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Part 2 to how the group cannot fathom how you and Zuko are so close with your angel of a self and Zuko being... well, Zuko
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AN: OKAY! Look at me go, coming out with a part two. I think I might do a part two to some previous pieces of mine but we will see.
SO this is a part two, so you can read the first one here, it will give some context clues into this second part of the story (but can probably be read solo) : Part 1
Any who, ~2300 word count, enjoy :)
KIDDIE FREE ZONE
Good Friends
That's all you guys were. Good Friends. Zuko kept telling himself he had no reason to be so bothered by that statement, but he was. He didn't want to be just good friends, but you had given a better answer then he would have in your position. But now the Gaang has been flying for the past couple days and has given him lots of time for thinking. Especially having you for the majority of the time sitting with him leaning against his arm, grazing legs, as you were not shy to the general touch. You always seemed to start up the conversations with him, your way of speech held him in interest, but as already known, he never said much back, but always was happy to listen.
But ever since that last night of camp a few days ago he cannot let the thought go. Good Friends. He knew that the talks you two have, the moments you both cherish, and the secrets you two shared was enough of a connection to be more than just good friends, or at least in his mind it was. You two were absolutely glued to the hip, and seemed to be together, just without the title. Zuko was fine with no title, he would rather the group didn't know but for you two to have that clarity is what he was craving. He knew there were other things that were more important at the moment but it couldn't calm down in his mind. He had to know, he wanted to be together. Even if that became another secret you both shared he would gladly add it to the pile.
As the afternoon began to fall fast on the fourth day of travel, the Gaang was running low on rations and decided to hit the next market in the upcoming town. Upon arrival, Aang and Sokka grabbed Zuko to tackle their list as Katara and Toph grabbed you to get the remaining items. Zuko was hoping to buddy up with you but it would have to wait. As the group divided and conquered, Sokka was getting very nosy with Zuko about a certain someone. Zuko ignored all of his questions or what felt like more accusations. Meanwhile the girls had finished with their tasks and Toph had somehow gotten into a gambling match with the remaining money they had and won every time. You stood back leaning against a nearby wall smiling, not wanting anything to do with the situation but you weren't going to interfere either. You feel a brush against your shoulder and look up to see Zuko, you smile and greet Aang and Sokka. You ask how their huntings went and they all agreed it had gone well. Zuko looked at you and asked if Toph and Katara were seriously gambling the little money they had left. You laughed and were about to answer but before you could Toph came over with a large bag and tossed it at Zuko. He caught it effortlessly, and it jingled heavily. All of the boys eyes widened, and Toph said "We will be sleeping well tonight thanks to yours truly."
The Gaang walked around the town as the night grew darker and the many street lamps glowed near and far, Zuko's mind still buzzing with the taunting thought of good friends. Maybe he was over thinking it and there was already an unspoken agreement you two were together? Or was he being weird and obsessive? Or maybe you had a completely different view on all of it? Or maybe-
His thoughts were cut off by you linking your arm through his and pointing out the beautiful lights, from the shops, to concessions, to the fountains, to the groups of lively people. He looked down at you and for the first time, he wasn't really listening to you. He just looked at you, looked at your smile as if you knew this moment was made just for you. He would forever be in awe at how effortlessly you spoke as if you had already rehearsed it one hundred times. He feels your genuine happiness and spirit in your eyes as you look up at him and he wonders how you hold such grace through everything. All his thoughts left his mind as he looked at you and thought, yeah, that is my girl.
Once the Gaang decided to call it a night, you all looked for an Inn to stay at for the night. There was not much of an option in the small town, so you all entered the closest place and the lady at the front desk greeted you all with a warm smile. Aang went to talk with the lady and brought back a handful of keys. Everyone was confused as he handed everyone their own key and explained that they only had single rooms left for the night. Nobody really complained as everyone seemed they could use some time to themselves. Everyone shuffled into their rooms with quick goodnights, but before Zuko walked through his door, he looked over his shoulder at your direction, and there you were. Walking into your room and almost as if you felt his eyes you looked over your shoulder and stopped for a moment, you smiled at Zuko and gave a small wave of goodnight before stepping into your room and closing the door. Zuko's eyes stayed on your room for a moment longer, before a small tap on his shoulder made him spin around. It was Katara. Zuko was lost for words. Katara smiled and whispered "I won't tell, not that is isn't already so obvious, but you should really talk to her." Before Zuko could respond to her she waved goodnight and walked into her room. He stood in the hallway like a man who was shot and was too afraid to move. He looked back at your door, he felt the longing in every part of his being to just go and knock on your door and say everything he has been thinking just like you do. How you so effortlessly say exactly what you're thinking, that is what he wanted to do. He wanted to tell you what it meant to him to have someone like you become so close to someone like him. He wanted to tell you that the secrets you both shared with each other meant the world to him and he would take them to his very grave if you wished so. He wanted to tell you that every time you smiled it felt like it was for him and him only. But he didn't. He walked back into his room and shut the door.
Zuko got ready for bed and laid down for a few minutes, he tossed and turned and his chest felt so heavy. He let out a sigh as he laid on his back and placed a hand on his chest with the other one behind his head. He stared up at the ceiling. Zuko let out a small grunt of frustration when he got up, deciding to go get some water. He grabbed the bucket from the small table in the room and walked towards the door. Zuko grabbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation and pulled his hand down his face, he went and opened the door and to his complete shock, there you stood. You looked almost as surprised as he did. You both stood in silence for a moment, and for the first time, Zuko spoke first. He asked if you were alright, because the last thing he expected was for you to be standing at his door in the middle of the night. You replied softly, saying you were ok, just had a lot on your mind. You noticed Zuko holding the bucket for water and offered to go with him to fetch some, he agreed. This time you both walked in silence to retrieve the water and walked in silence back to the rooms. You both came to stand outside Zuko's room and he asked if you were sure you were ok, and you replied that you were, probably just over tired. Zuko looked at you and asked you if you wanted to come into his room. You smiled softly and insisted you didn't want to intrude. He didn't respond and just motioned you inside, you accepted and walked in, Zuko shut the door behind you.
Zuko grabbed the ladle and poured you some water while you sat on the bed, he handed you the cup. You smiled and thanked him as you grabbed the cup and took a sip. Zuko sits next to you and rests his elbows on his thighs and looks down between his knees to the floor, he's not sure how he wants to go about tonight. He has no idea where to start, no idea how to talk or truly express his thoughts. He worries about sounding like a bumbling fool compared to your angelic soft spoken way of words. But before he could think further, the bed shifted and you were now directly beside Zuko with your head leaning on his shoulder. He looked up and he knew he wanted this, he wanted to be the one to call you his. He wanted to be by your side every step of the way and watch you regain the pride of being a fire bender. He wanted to have you by his side helping him with the path of change after the comet, and he didn't want to do it as good friends, he wanted to do it together. Zuko took in a deep breath, and asked "Do you really think we are just good friends?" and without a breath missed you replied "I knew your ears were on fire that night." you sat up with that comment, Zuko smirked and chuckled, you two were very close now, mere inches from each other's faces. "But no..." you replied, "I don't think we are just good friends, do you?" Zuko looked into your eyes, they seemed to shimmer the most beautiful shade of amber even with the liminal lighting in the room. "I don't think so either." He replied. Zuko saw your eyes dart to his lips and back to his eyes but the second your gaze connected back with his, he was already pulling you into a kiss. He put his hand just under your ear, along your jaw, pulling you in gently, as if giving you an option to back out. But you didn't, you leaned in and placed your hand on his arm and you kissed deep. Zuko lavished in this moment and if there was any way he could pull you in even closer he would. You pulled away first and looked at Zuko, he looked at you with so many emotions, "We are together." he stated. You smiled so wide and nodded, for the first time you were speechless and practically tackled Zuko to the bed, kissing him so deeply while he gladly reciprocated with the same action. You were straddling Zuko as he effortlessly flipped you over on the bed so he was now on top, you placed both your hands on his jaw and leaned up to give him a small kiss and then laid back down. "Would you stay with me tonight?" Zuko asked, you smiled, "Of course I will, I thought you'd never ask." Zuko rolls his eyes and leans down for a kiss but you halt his actions by asking, "What about the others, they will see me leaving your-" Zuko cuts you off with a soft kiss and after responds "I don't care, they can make their own assumptions." You smile so happily and nod your head, "But, they are going to ask questions-" you started but again Zuko cut you off before you can overthink, "So answer them however you want to, however you feel is right." He leans down and kisses you so romantically, and moves to your cheek, and down to your jaw, and making his way to your neck, you let out the smallest gasp. You could feel tingles all throughout your body, from your fingertips to your toes. This was the moment you were both waiting for, Zuko knew this is what he wanted, he wanted you now, tomorrow, the day after that, the months that follow and the years to come. You were his as much he was yours. He gave himself to you that night as you gave yourself to him. Both vulnerable to one another, savouring each movement, each touch, every breath you both shared. The night was exactly what you both wanted, it was what you both needed.
The next morning Zuko woke up with you laying on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. Both of you spent the morning getting ready and just smiling at each other, no lingering feeling or questions of what ifs. You could both just be together.
It was time to check out and continue the journey, so you both gathered all your belongings and walked to the door. You both stopped and you looked at Zuko, "They are going to ask." you stated, and Zuko looked right back at you, "Then answer." he replied. He opened the door and the Gaang was waiting in the hall. Katara was the first to see you both exit and she tried to hide her smile with a polite hand, the others turned to look and were caught a blank. Zuko shut the door with you standing by his side. You greeted everyone and you both walked towards the group, "What are you all staring at, let's head out." Zuko said so nonchalantly, everyone stood in silence for a second longer and proceeded on like nothing happened.
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revkooks · 5 months
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“only bought this dress so you could take it off.” — jeon jungkook.
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pairing: jungkook x female reader
genre: boyfriend!au, fluff, smut
warnings: pwp, it’s just pure smut i’m sorry, slightly insecure reader but she’s still a bad bitch, pussy eating, rough sex, dom jk, verrry subby reader, jk is aggressive in bed but it’s out of love, implied aftercare, unprotected sex, pet names, size difference, creampies, jk loves reader so much and constantly reassures her
word count: 2.7k
Dating somebody you considered to be out of your league wasn’t as easy as you thought it’d be, and although he was always there to reassure you, you still allowed those thoughts to consume you every so often.
You were more than grateful to have Jungkook, he knows how to comfort you and make you feel like the prettiest girl in the world, so why do you constantly let your insecurities get to you? Like now, you were currently trying on a new dress you’d bought after spending the day shopping for yourself. Your boyfriend’s been at work all day and you wanted to surprise him, yet it seems you’re having trouble doing so.
You let out a frustrated sigh, checking yourself out in the mirror with a visible frown on your face. You were far from ugly, in fact, you always receive compliments from strangers solely based on your appearance or how much of a perfect couple you and Jungkook make. They still had a hard time convincing you that he wasn’t out of your league though, he’s genuinely the hottest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on and you still can’t fathom the fact that you actually bagged him.
Your cheeks began to heat up just from thinking about him until you snapped out of your thoughts and checked the clock on your wall, your boyfriend was about to be home any minute now and you still felt unsatisfied with how you looked, even contemplating taking it off and disregarding the whole idea of surprising him completely.
But you thought about Jungkook, you knew he wouldn’t want that, you knew he’d kiss and worship your body the minute he walks through that door and your insecurities would go flying through the window. You didn’t dwell on it too much to suppress impulsively changing your mind, quickly applying your lip gloss to finish off your makeup look before making your way downstairs, cautious with your steps as you were wearing heels.
You situate yourself on the couch, occasionally fixing your hair or your posture as you wait patiently for him to arrive, and when he eventually does, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety take over you just by hearing that front door open.
It takes him a second to fully notice what you’re wearing as he’s already rambling about how exhausted he is from work and you’re relatively far away, though as he approaches you closer, he stops in his tracks and curses beneath his breath, loosening his tie slightly.
“Hi,” you mutter out gently, avoiding eye contact with him to resist seeing his reaction. “Hi?” Jungkook questions with a breathless chuckle, sitting beside you and causing the couch to dip from the added weight, licking his lips slowly and leaning closer into you, “Shit, baby, this all for me? How come you’re all dressed up, huh?” He whispers out, you glance at him and you can already tell he’s lusting upon you from his gaze, effortlessly making you feel small.
“I jus’ wanted to surprise you ‘cause you know, you’re always busy with work and stuff… you deserve something from me but I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know if I’m confident enough for this,” you mumble the last part, fumbling with the hem of your dress and unnoticeably pulling it down a little, doing anything to avoid Jungkook’s gaze until he stops you and cups your chin, now forcing you to look at him as he lifts your head up, pulling you into an unexpected kiss until he quickly backs away again.
“Y/N”, Jungkook rasps out, “You’re so fucking beautiful, the most stunning girl I’ve ever met. You don’t even have to do anything and you’ll have me on your knees for you, look…” he finishes before gently grabbing your hand and placing it atop his prominent bulge, you almost drool at the lewdness of his actions and feeling how hard he was underneath you. You caused that. “You got nothing to be insecure about, my girl, you’re a goddess and I’m gonna treat you like one right now. Will you let me?”
You nod vigorously while looking at him with pleading eyes, his words having an embarrassing effect on you as slick uncontrollably drips down your thighs. Jungkook takes it in his own will to lift you up and carry you upstairs to your shared bedroom, impatiently kicking the door open and shut before dropping you on the bed and instantly hovering above you, capturing your lips with his own once more.
Jungkook brushes his knee against your thigh before using it to separate both of them, wedging himself between your legs as he takes control of the kiss and eagerly meshes his lips with yours, practically smothering you with his mouth as you try to keep up by returning each and every rough, messy kiss, whining quietly once you feel him press himself against your clothed heat.
“Fuck,” he groans out as he pulls back, “you’re so fucking cute, you know that?” Jungkook curses, pressing open mouthed kisses against your jaw instead, traveling them further down to your neck and eventually collarbone as he leaves marks across every inch of your empty skin. Your body responds to every touch of his, weakly submitting to him and allowing him to paint you as his own, you couldn’t help but release needy whimpers and that only had Jungkook’s arousal growing.
He sits upright and unexpectedly tears the entire dress off your body, earning a surprised gasp out of you, “Kook!” you exclaimed to which he arched an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, examining your naked body from above with a smug smirk, “What? ‘s why you bought it, right? For me to rip it off your body and fuck you afterwards?”
“Y-Yeah…” you trail off, gripping the bedsheets with force while watching him observantly as he continues plastering his wet kisses against your skin, only now he was coming dangerously close to your pussy that was still clothed, making you shiver in anticipation. “Want a taste of you first, sweetheart. You look too cute for me to not eat your little pussy tonight,” Jungkook mutters out as he coyly gazes up at you, you instinctively buck your hips closer towards his face but he has other plans, continuing to tease you by kissing along your inner thighs purely to hear those sweet, desperate moans of yours.
Jungkook takes his time with you until he eventually gives in and shoves your flimsy panties aside, you almost wanna cry out of embarrassment and bare your face into the pillows but he immediately shuts you out of your thoughts by diving in and licking a bold stripe across your clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as he laps it over the sensitive bud over and over again. Your breathing becomes uneven, pants and moans continuously slipping past your lips, the only words managing to leave them being his name and random curses.
“Kook, you… that feels so good, please, don’t stop,” you desperately whine out, he obliges and his pace never once wavers as his mouth envelops your entire cunt, tongue dipping between your wet folds and licking up any slick that dripped between, occasionally nudging his nose against your clit each time he bucked his head back up. He tests the waters and eagerly dips his tongue into your hole instead, your lips part and you involuntarily reach down to hold a tight grip to his head, curling your fingers through his perfect locks and pushing his head further into your cunt.
You can tell he likes this as he releases a deep groan, leaning into your touch before pulling his tongue back out and using it to continue lapping up any essence you produced, wrapping his lips around your clit and slightly hollowing his cheeks as he sucks harshly, shaking his head while doing so. You weren’t even sure how to react, you could already feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes out of pleasure and your orgasm was bubbling inside you, ready to release at any second.
Jungkook worked his tongue on your pussy perfectly, you were embarrassed by how quickly he had you crying underneath him just from his mouth, you know you’ll never get used to how skilled in bed he was but you weren’t complaining. “Cum on my face, sweetheart,” he briefly pulls back to moan out, diving back in and vigorously sucking on your clit, tongue swirling around the parts he could reach in order to pleasure as much of your pussy as possible.
His words were enough to have you unraveling before him, gripping his hair tightly as you release a particularly louder moan and embarrassingly squirt, juices landing on different parts of his face to which he drew back and cleaned up with his tongue, sighing out blissfully. “Best meal I’ve had in a while,” Jungkook teases with a cocky smirk, his hair all messy and lips swollen. your thighs were shaking and you hadn’t had enough time to come down from your intense orgasm before he was back hovering above you, cupping your cheek and kissing you again. You could taste yourself on his tongue and the thought made you whimper.
“I need you,” you shyly whispered out between kisses, he lifted his head back up to peer down at you, already fumbling with his belt and tearing the loose thing off. “Need me where, sweetheart?” You sigh in frustration at his teasing, trying not to focus too much on him tugging his pants and boxers down and presenting you with the sight of his hard cock in all its glory, instead looking at his face, biting your lip nervously. “Inside… inside me, please,” you say as you spread your legs apart a little further, showing yourself off to him.
You don’t know what it is about him but everything to do with Jungkook makes you feel shy and submissive, especially now with him on top of you, cock noticeably poking your thighs. He rasps out a triumphant chuckle and takes his cock in his hand, positioning the tip against your core before sliding it between your folds, teasingly slapping it against your clit. “Yeah? Need me in that tight pussy, princess?” He coos and slightly bucks his hips back and forth, you could feel yourself begin to tear up again, this time out of frustration and not pleasure. “Yes! Please, please, fuck me, Koo… oh.” You were unable to finish your sentence as he cuts you off and rudely shoves his fat cock into your pussy in one go, earning a loud moan from you and causing you to throw your head back against the pillow beneath you.
Jungkook’s already pounding you at a reckless pace, your hands come up to grab onto his thighs for support, digging your fingernails into his skin which causes him to hiss in pleasure and deliberately fuck into you harder, earning a plethora of continuous whines and desperate whimpers from you. “Feels so good, Kook, keep going… please, don’t stop,” you shakily moan out, shuddering each time he sloppily thrusts into you, your slick effortlessly coating his cock and creating a wetter slide after every stroke, creating a mess below you both.
His loud groans almost mask your lewd noises, echoing throughout the room loudly, the sound of the bed creaking and repetitively hitting the wall only increasing with how much he managed to increase his pace, bringing a hand up to your throat and securely wrapping his fingers around it. He gives it a light squeeze as he maintains his brutality on your cunt, plowing your wet pussy with all the stamina he had, sweat dripping from his forehead profusely as he clenches his jaw and curses beneath his breath, “Never letting you go, Y/N. You hear me? This pussy is mine, all mine, all it knows is my cock and it’ll stay that way forever.”
“Yours,” you submitted to him immediately, your reply coming out slightly faster than intended but you couldn’t help it, he was fucking you amazingly. His cock continuously punched in and out of your walls and his tip managed to reach your cervix on every inwards stroke, you gasped and tried to mutter something out but with his grip on your neck it was almost impossible. He listened to your prayers and removed his hand, resting it beside your head instead while the other hooks around your leg and lifts it up in the air, allowing his cock to enter you further.
“So fuckin’ tight and wet, love your pussy so much,” Jungkook slurs out and throws his head back in pleasure, a loud groan ripping from his throat as his cock twitches inside you, already pulsing in pleasure. You feel every vein and movement inside you and it has you drooling again, loosely dangling both of your legs around his waist, welcoming him in deeper.
Jungkook gazes back down at you with hooded eyes, you stare up at him coyly and try to maintain the eye contact though it’s difficult with how good he’s making you feel, you almost scrunch your eyes in pleasure, your mouth falling into an ‘o’ shape as moans slip past your lips nonstop. Your pussy clenches around him and that has him going wild, driving his cock into you forcefully and stretching you out with how thick he was, you tried to accommodate him, your cunt never fully getting used to his size.
“I-I love you, Kook,” you suddenly mumbled out, his dark expression turned soft for a second as he gradually slowed his pace, thrusts still remaining hard and deep, “I love you more, Y/N,” Jungkook breathes out with a less of a struggle than you, his sentences coming out almost perfect despite how much he was panting. He holds your leg for support and proceeds with his reckless pace from before, balls beginning to slap against your taint in tandem with his thrusts, your bodies colliding wildly. “Gonna cum, shit,” he says through slightly gritted teeth, focusing on nothing but solely you.
Jungkook reaches into the gap between you both and begins rubbing at your clit with two fingers furiously, you convulse and shake beneath him and your moans increase in volume with the added pleasure, his cock penetrating your walls and digits toying with your clit simultaneously. It was all too much for you… “Me too, ‘m cumming…”
“Let’s cum together,” Jungkook suggests between heavy breaths and continues stimulating your clit while rocking his hips into yours, grunting huskily with each time you’d tighten around him, only encouraging him to maintain his rough pace on your cunt. You noticed him shuddering until he eventually came to an abrupt stop, burying himself inside of you and painting your walls white with his cum, a prolonged moan leaving his lips as he does. The mere sight of him has your own orgasm hitting you like a truck, coming undone for the second time below him. You didn’t squirt but you still came just as hard as you did when he ate you out, but now you were completely worn out and too tired for anything else, it seemed like he was, too.
Jungkook collapsed on top of you, giving himself a minute before pulling out of you after his cock softened and he managed to collect himself. He instantly wraps an arm around you and tugs you into his warm embrace, attacking your face in kisses which made you giggle softly. “You mean so much to me, Y/N. You’re my everything and you always will be, you know that, right?” Your boyfriend suddenly says, you blush unwillingly and nod your head, resting against him tiredly. “I know… you are too,” you say through an exhausted hum.
He smiles lovingly, watching as you doze off. He nudges you gently and urges you to get up, “We gotta clean this mess up. Let’s go shower, hm?” Jungkook asks, you groan but you knew he was right. You allowed him to take you both out of the bedroom and to your bathroom, you both ended your night cuddled up together in bed, watching movies until you fell asleep.
You knew you didn’t have to worry about anything anymore as long as you had Jungkook by your side, and buying that dress was most definitely not a mistake… and it will be happening again.
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bunny584 · 2 months
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OBSESSED: FUSHIGURO
A/N: OH. MY. GOD. Anon. I love you and hate you for this request. This was…hard. I told myself I wouldn’t publish it unless it was fucking perfect (you should see the scalpels I took to each goddamn sentence before this version).
SECOND: I will square up with Gege for writing the most enigmatic, LAYERED, complex, muddled character to exist. I wanted this to be Megumi. Through and through. His darkness, his light, his reservation, his crazy, all in one. And IDK. I think I did it? This one is purely to prove to myself that I can write for characters that are hard to write for (*cough* yuta im glaring at you *cough*)
THIRD: if you do read this (I get people feel things about aged up characters etc), I implore you to listen to this. Guys. I heard this at 0200 IN THE OR during a 6 hour case and the entire concept for this came to me. Meg is sophisticated and unruly, selfless and selfish, etc. So this has some NSFW but definitely probably more on the poetic, long ends of my works.
CW: Aged up characters (20+), college AU, fluffy/raunchy/dark romance-y because LOOK at him. He takes after Gojo AND Toji. Mature, 18+
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“You like it when I’m rough.”
Megumi’s melody rings crystal clear.
Low.
Precise.
An F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, flying dark. Below enemy radar.
The piano keys float beneath his tone. His long, slender, deft fingers effortlessly execute the sheet music before him. It’s his GPS system, a personal flight map.
Little Beethoven, his advanced music theory professor calls him.
Truth is, Megumi is a prolific pianist and vocalist. He can tame any note, any melody, any harmony faster than any of his Shikigami.
Speaking of…
Megumi pulls off the piano and tortured love song in an instant. Just as the grade 3 curse creeps through the open door.
The part between his right long and ring fingers is automatic. His left hand grips the web space between his right thumb and index finger.
“Demon dog.” Megumi summons.
Low. Precise. Decisive.
“Eat it, boy.”
A small, approving smile tugs on the corners of his lips. Low level curses are the nothing more than chew toys to his divine dogs. With a tiny wave of his fingers, his technique buzzes inward.
Megumi’s eyes float to the ancient analog clock on the wall.
13:50
10 more minutes until you’ll meet him for your date.
No. Not date.
Study. 10 more minutes until you’re meeting him to study.
Your thought blooms within him like wildfire. It sets his normally cool, porcelain skin ablaze.
Megumi whips his body around to face the piano. To exorcise the feeling. The keyboard has always been his outlet. His life blood. Playing, singing, musing in and out of written songs is his catharsis.
Words don’t come easy. They never have. But lyrics do.
And when he gets to ride lyrics with his voice, his runs..?
The words he can never find on his own are suddenly out there. In the atmosphere. Coating empty rooms in a mist of his thoughts, his feelings.
No certain promise that the person the words are destined for will ever catch them. Or ever walk through the room and be kissed by the remnants of his musical trail. But Megumi has said (sung, played) them. And that’s enough.
“Sorry if I come across a type of way.”
“I’ve been trying to get out of my way…”
His fingers dive into the keys. Angrily. Earnestly.
“I know it doesn’t seem like I care, but you know I care—“
“Wow Meg, you sound incredible.”
You bring him to an abrupt stop. Your voice is maple syrup trailing down Megumi’s neck, leaving goosebumps in its candied wake.
Pitch fucking perfect.
A soft, ethereal C, gliding down Heaven’s staircase. You infuse sunlight into his name, whichever way you choose to say it.
And it’s hell. It’s cruel. To have as keen hearing as he does. To listen to you sing his name and have nothing else follow.
“Fushiguro.” Megumi shoots up from his seat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.
“What?”
“Fushiguro.” He repeats, eyes briefly meeting yours before settling above your head. He’s at least a head and shoulders taller.
“Nobody calls me Meg.”
You throw your head back. Feather light crescendo in your laughter. It’s pretty. Tantalizing in the way chandeliers twinkle when they capture a beam of light.
His eyes dart down to catch the feminine column of your neck. Curving into your delicate collar bones. How are your lines so seamless?
So cinematic. Like he’s watching a figure skater land a triple axel. Or a prima ballerina en pointe. It’s not fathomable.
Gorgeous.
You are gorgeous.
“I call you Meg.” You retort with a smile that liquifies all of his joints.
You double your walking speed to keep pace with Megumi’s long strides. Both of you exit the sound engineering building. Heading straight for the campus library a couple blocks away.
“Who were you—oh,” Megumi’s glacial hand along the small of your back steals your voice away.
Your eyes and feet follow his gentle push, shifting you to the other side of him.
“Walking on the wrong side.” He mutters, monotone. Matter-of-fact. Obviously.
He’s a gentleman. Of course he is going to walk on the traffic facing edge of the sidewalk.
Of course he didn’t feel the electric currents wire through his fingers to clench — suffocate — his heart.
No, he didn’t hear that punched out, falsetto gasp when his hand cradled your perfectly tapered waist.
Or notice how well you fit into his hand. How light you are under his touch that had none of his real strength behind it.
You’re made of alluring lines. Intoxicating sounds.
What would it take to coax a pretty melody out of your pouty lips?
His fingers?
They’re long. And smart. Cold. Remarkably patient. You’d like them.
He could make you love them.
Crave them. Need, whimper, whine, and cry out for them.
“So who was it?” You tether him to reality.
“Who was what?” Megumi counters, leading you to a private study room.
“The way you were singing earlier.”
Hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention. Blood runs Siberian cold. Megumi’s gaze on you is subzero.
“It had to be for someone.” You lower down into a seat in slow motion.
The sweetheart neckline of your sundress is mean. Your supple mounds tilt and ripple with every micro movement. Megumi has forgotten why he’s glaring at you.
“You sound too…pretty. It can’t be wasted on thin air.” You continue.
“She must be—“
“Let’s just get started, okay?” He sharply redirects the conversation.
And promptly shifts gear to low autopilot. He’ll speak when spoken to, answer questions intermittently. But his mind’s true coordinates are a galaxy away.
Megumi retreats to his shadow garden.
Watching you.
Drinking you in.
Savoring each detail on his tastebuds like dessert.
The pencil eraser leaves an indent on your bottom lip where you’ve been pressing too hard.
Megumi wants to roll your bottom lip under his teeth. Until it flushes rose and swells beneath his relentless pull.
His eyes fall to your bracelet, far too big for your dainty wrist.
He could hold both of your wrists in one hand above your head or behind your back for hours. Without breaking a sweat.
His other hand would take its time.
To stroke you. Pet you. Learn your sheet music. Then play your body like a harp until you’re a chorus of beautiful, soprano whimpers and moans. Begging and pleading so prettily, enticing him to give in.
But he won’t.
Not until you’re soft enough. A babbling, warm, ruined brook beneath his fingers.
Then he’ll take you, gorgeous.
Searing pain from his sharp swallow and nails digging into his thighs rip him down to the present.
Vision a little fuzzy. Head a revolving door of vulgar scenarios. A dull, demanding ache between his legs draws his eyes to his lap.
Fucking hell.
His jeans are uncomfortable. He’s stiff and needy. Not nearly enough strength in his pants to hold back his drunken arousal.
Not to the mention, the—
swarm of shadows growing at his feet?
Is his…innate domain materializing around him right now?
Megumi aggressively slices through the air at his hip level. Below the table, but you don’t miss his sudden stirring.
“Meg? You okay over—“
“Going to the bathroom.” He gruffs through a clenched jaw. Megumi places his forearm over his crotch before hurrying out of the room.
He can barely recognize the man in the mirror. Flushed to his ears. Volcanoes threatening eruption in his eyes. Api Biru. Pure, triple distilled, blue lava coursing through his veins.
Snap out of it, Fushiguro.
The splash of cold water does nothing for his internal heat. But his milky complexion returns to its effervescent state.
But then he turns a little too quickly to leave. And his painfully hard length drags along his fabric. It’s blinding.
A feeble moan tumbles out of his tight lips.
“Fuck.”
Megumi slams his eyes shut. He needs to readjust. But if he touches himself now, he might not be able to stop.
A slow, steadying breath fills his lungs.
“Just adjust, don’t…” His voice trails off. Icey fingers around his hot, angry base is enough to rip the carpet from beneath his feet.
“Oh, fuck.” Megumi mumbles through one quick pump up his shaft.
He shakes his head as if to tell himself enough. He rests his erection along his thigh before zipping up. Still painful, but tolerable.
A tornado obliterates any remaining resolve in Megumi’s mind on his walk back to you.
You are a dream.
Or a nightmare? A curse?
It doesn’t matter. He couldn’t care less.
Megumi would follow you. Deeper than the crypts of his 10 shadows. Into hell if it meant he could have you the way he wants you.
The way he craves you.
Because fuck the cost.
He’d pay anything.
You’re working on an elaborate concept diagram on the white board. On the tip of your toes. Lip curled under your teeth. And you are just irresistible.
So, he won’t resist.
“Meg! Took you a bit, you okay?”
Megumi is silent. Unblinking. Sauntering toward you.
“Megumi?”
You lower to the soles of your shoes. Neck craning to look at his face. Your eyes widen at his persistent silence. Rosy heat dusting your cheeks.
Pretty little doe, rooted in place by his wolfish glare.
Megumi takes the marker out of your hand and tosses it behind him in one swift motion.
“Hmm,” a tiny acknowledgment of his name. Just because it sounds so sweet rolling off your tongue.
Megumi corners you against the wall. Both of his hands casually in his pockets.
He watches you shift. Flicker your eyes in every direction. Fiddle with your thumbs.
His quiet.
His presence.
It flusters you. Well before he’s gotten the chance to run his hands along the lazy curve of your waist and hips.
“So…so blue.” You stammer. Your warm eyes metronome between his.
“They are.”
Megumi steps impossibly closer. His eyes drop to your chest. Dainty, nervous heaves. Up and down. Up and down.
“You are so,” you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze. “hard to read.”
Megumi snakes his large, graceful fingers into your nape. The temperature difference between your warmth and his cold startles you deeper into his grasp. Your head evanesces into his pull.
A beautiful, shocked gasp escapes you. Just as Megumi’s lips trace the shell of your ear.
“I want you.”
His breaths collide with yours, now. Heat welling deep in his groin. His cock thunders against his thigh.
“Can you read that?” Megumi rasps. Ensuring his voice vibrates down your spine.
A new sound tumbles from your lips. Like you choked on your last swallow. How pretty. You gurgling and gagging like that.
“W-want me? Megumi wh—“
“I.” Megumi nudges his thigh between your legs. His steel pipe erection digs into your dewy, hot core. He angles his leg slightly upward, inching you on the tip of your toes.
His prima ballerina, en pointe.
“Want you.” His lips ghost against yours. Free hand cups the flesh beneath your thigh. Pads of his fingers twitching to dig in.
The two of you drink in this lock-in-key fit. Megumi revels in you. Like this. At his complete mercy.
The prodigal son, born with more power than he knows what to do with.
Ten shadows. Ten Shikigami. It’s been centuries since the last head of his bloodline had power buzzing beneath his fingertips like him.
And somehow he’s never felt more powerful than this.
With you, heaven’s most precious angel, cradled in his arms. Drowning in sinful ecstasy. He brands this freeze frame into the most permanent part of his memory.
Then, he free falls off your cliff edge.
Megumi takes your lips with unfettered greed. Hunger woven into the way his tongue traces every corner of your delectable, soft mouth. His fingers push your head deeper into him. Sucking and nibbling on your warm muscle.
You shower him with airy, choppy little pants. Moans and whines so light they crescendo to fairy dust. You can’t keep up with his bruising kiss. His other hand palms your thigh, kneading little bruises into your silky smooth skin.
Marking what’s his.
“Oh my god.”
You breathe into his mouth when he lets you up for air. Megumi’s eyes dart down to the meeting point of your sex and his muscular thigh.
Did you really think he wouldn’t notice how you’re rutting your pretty little cunt against his leg like that?
Crimson high on your cheeks. You look away when he tries to catch your fucked out gaze.
“Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.” His hand traces up to your hips. You preen into his firm grip.
“Megumi.”
“Don’t stop, pretty girl.” He forcefully moves your hips in more dramatic, languid, deep rolls against his thigh. He’s not paying any mind to the pool of his precum soaking through his pants.
You bury your head in his neck. Fingernails digging pretty crescent moons into his back. You take over the pace. Undulating against him. Shameless. In complete heat.
“You feel s-so…so good.” Your lips smear against his dampened neck. Megumi responds by circling your puffy, slick bud with his fingers.
And fuck. The slurred, broken whimper that rings in his ears.
The way you hump him even more sloppily.
He could finish from that alone.
Your hand flies to your mouth. Empty huffs spilling. Whines ascending in pitch. You are close.
“Such pretty sounds, baby.”
“Megumi…meg..I-“
“Let it out.” He grips the back of your neck. Feeling dangerously close to his own nirvana. Drunk off your precious melody.
“Sing for me.”
“F-fuck, GOD.”
You bite down on his neck. Waves of pleasure crashing into you like hurricane winds. He grips your waist steady. Feeling every involuntary twitch and jerk of your doll-like frame.
Blessing or curse?
He doesn’t know.
But he will follow you to the end of his lifetime and the next.
“God, Fushiguro. That was…” The lusty haze from your peak settles around you. The once shattered world, slowly pieces itself back together.
“No.” Megumi pulls you out of his neck. Dropping his lips to yours, so he can breathe the air directly from your lungs.
“Meg. You call me Meg.”
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luveline · 3 months
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could you write a ditzy!reader with tasm peter parker -- i have a vision of them bickering and reader just saying incredibly wrong things (ala getting things confused with each other, not flat out lies) while effortlessly beating whoever theyre fighting
“You always make this look much more difficult than it is, Spider-Man!” you call.
Peter is a little busy getting his head smashed into a wall to answer you. “Fuck! Hey, man, are you trying to graduate from robber to murderer? ‘Cos you’re getting there,” he says, shooting the front of a web into the robber’s face before ducking under his arm and quickly climbing up the opposite wall. He smacks the end of the web into the buildings  and lets the guy hand there two feet off the ground, dropping down to poke at his dangling feet. “Or you could be a life-sized Christmas decoration. This is way cooler.” 
“He’s not a robber, Spider-Man,” you say. He’s surprised you don’t call him Peter, honestly. “He’s a cat burglar. They’re different.” 
“He’s not a cat burglar, he didn’t go into anyone’s house. What are you doing?” 
You’ve strung the robber’s accomplice up like a fly in a spider's web. You’re giggling as you drop down beside him, the sound only so slightly muffled by your spandex mask. “He looks tasty.” 
A honk echoes from the mouth of the alley, then a screech of tires. Peter heard a cry of, “Hey, my purse!” and then, predictably, the approach of hurried footsteps. 
“Good day for robbers,” you say conversationally. 
“Bad day for old ladies. Do you have the purse?” 
You turn to him to show the purse already slung over your shoulder, the body bumping against your hip. “It suits me, right? Hey, did you know purses keep getting bigger because women have to carry more stuff? Soon, my purse will be the size of my car.” 
“You don’t have a car. And that’s not true, purses come in a hundred different sizes.” Peter gently pushed your chest back to get a clean shot at the approaching robber. He webs him at the feet, and smirks to himself as the newcomer immediately topples forward, the stolen purse flying from his hands. “Watch your step.” 
“Delivery!” you laugh, grabbing the bag off of the ground. “Hey, we should make these guys pay for the bags, considering they’re all scuffed up and broken now. What do you think?” you ask the robber stuck to the floor, who’s now lamenting a potentially broken nose. “Aw, Spider-Man, look what you did.”
“Walk it off,” Peter advises, taking you by the shoulders to lead you out of the alleyway. He’s too tired to deal with these idiots today. “It was in the name of justice.” 
“I heard that a broken nose takes up to five months to heal. What justice is that?” 
“That’s not true.” 
“It is. I saw it on the history channel.” 
“The same channel that thinks aliens built the pyramids?” 
“Everyone’s wrong about something.” 
“Yeah, well, I’ll keep it in mind. Now where did that old lady go?” 
“There’s a Pilates studio down the street. Old people love that stuff.” 
“No, they don’t.” Peter looks at you with concern. You keep on walking, unaware of his looking nor his judgement as you emerge from the alley into the New York City hub. Peter jogs to catch up, slipping an arm between yours to anchor you to him as he says, “It’s a good thing you’re so pretty.” 
“That’s mildly insulting. It’s a good thing you’re pretty.” 
Peter can’t kiss you with the masks. He would, though. A smacker of a kiss pressed unabashed into your cheek. “You really think old people like Pilates?”
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jellyfishsthings · 4 months
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Warnings: not my usual work but I was in the feels, really funny James, some suggestive content but not smut
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The loud, booming music from downstairs rattles the walls. Gryffindor in celebration of winning this year's tournament decided to throw a school-wide party, organized by yours truly James Potter and Sirius Black. Even after many hours, the party was still in full swing. My eyes roam the room once again and my eyes fall at him. He looks incredibly handsome in that long lazy buttoned shirt and dark trousers. His eyes shine full of mischief as he catches me staring. I don't shy away from his gaze.
He smirks as he brings his cup, surely filled with Butterbeer, to his lips and throws me a wink. His fingers move clockwise three times, our signal. He moves from his spot against the wall, saying something to Peter as he walks off towards the staircase that leads to the boys' dormitory. I wait one, two, three long minutes until I follow him as sneakily as possible. He doesn't wait for me, she knows that I will find my way to him, all the secret hiding of our relationship has given me great knowledge of the Gryffindor House. I close the door quietly behind me as I enter the room and I am engulfed by his scent.
"You look-" he starts.
"No time for that." I cut him off and slammed my lips to his. He lifts me effortlessly and throws me to his bed. He crawls towards me and positions himself on top of me. I grab his face and kiss him again as my hands fly to his shirt, trying to get rid of it as quickly as possible. My dress follows his shirt across the room and he unclasps my bra, as his lips trail a fiery path of kisses and bites down my neck, across my collar bones and onto my chest. I am lost at the feel of him, at the feel of his lips on my body, of his greedy hands as they grab me harshly. Logic flying out of my head.
A quiet moan leaves my lips and he smiles victoriously until….
A knock is shortly followed by "Mate open up I have the girl out here."
"Well I have a girl in here." Remus fires back angrily as I cover myself and he throws his head but into his pillow while groaning, as James's muffled voice sounds.
"No you don't."
I smack his chest as he pulls up his pants and hastily puts his shirt on. "We are hanging out in here."
"Which one is going to have sex in here , me or you?" Remus's face drops at that, his eyes dramatically rolling, ticking his jaw, hitting his head to the door while zipping up his pants and I giggle at his antics.
"Well I suppose I would have to say, you." He practically growls and fires me a sharp look. I simply smile at him as I slowly let go of his duvet and dress myself up. "What if we were watching a movie in here?"
"Which movie?" I chuckle at James's reply and stalk towards Remus. He pouts at me and places his hands on my ass squeezing lightly.
"I will kill him, I swear. Give me a reason not to do it." He whispers.
"Well you won't be having this in prison." I answer as I wiggle my ass while it's still in his hold and reach my face to his to rub our noses, like an Eskimo kiss.
"You are so right, why didn't I think of that." He is still annoyed but humor colors his words.
"Moony?"
"We are watching Dead Poets Society." Remus answers calmly as he sways into an imaginary beat.
"Really? I fucking love that movie."
"Of course you do." Remus says darkly, causing a small laugh from me.
"Potter let them be." Lily's voice says and both me and Remus stop moving. To say we are shocked would be an understatement.
"It's okay, Lils, we will go somewhere else." I say before Remus tries to stop me. We check ourselves in the mirror before we exit the dorm, smiling at our friends and their shocked reaction as we head outside.
"How long have you not been… whatever you were?" Lily's quiet voice says.
"What are you talking about? "
"You can't stand each other."
"Yes but since you are all dating we are each other's only option for a decent conversation." I tell her.
"Yes I would really much prefer it if she just couldn't talk." Remus says and the last thing they see is a very smug Remus Lupin and me with fiery cheeks as I remember how exactly he can shut me up.
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milequaritchsslut · 10 months
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Forever and always
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Summary: You were supposed to be gone, buried six feet under. So why were you right in front of him?…
Pairing: Miguel x Black Dead!Reader
Warnings: Crying, ghosts, heart break, angst, swearing
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Miguel watched as your ghost roamed around his room, transparent hands gliding in and out of the pencils on his desk. You wore one of those sundresses, white with little sunflowers spread across, it flowed behind you as you inspected his belongings. He was speechless, hands shaking at his dead wife in front of him.
He admired the way you drifted so effortlessly around him, not even noticing his stare. You looked just as beautiful as the day you left, hair still in that puffy Afro you always had. Brown skin glistening in the moonlight as his lips quivered at the sight of you. You looked like an angel, born from the ashes of euphoria. He was sat up on his bed, eyes blinking rapidly, not believing what he was seeing.
Your attention moved to his spider suit, legs striding towards the stand he had it on. Your eyes scanned the cloth, filling with awe and memories. Your hand went up to touch the suit, but went right through. A frown begin forming on your dark features, you tried again, but got the same result. He noticed the frown on your lips, one growing on his own at your disappointment. He couldn’t stand seeing his pretty girl being upset, he stood up and walked over to you hesitantly.
‘Y/n?’ He asked softly, looking at your ghost like form. Head racing a million thoughts as he watched you keep trying. You didn’t answer, focused on trying to touch something from this world. ‘Y/n?’ He asked again, hand reaching out to caress your shoulder but going right through. He stumbled forwards, body clashing with your untouchable one. He was inside you, bodies molded into each other. He moved back right away, scared he hurt you. But you hadn’t even noticed, it was like you didn’t even know he was there. He called out your name again and again, your attention never leaving the suit.
He was getting frustrated, a low grunt falling from his lips. He didn’t know what to do, he’s tried everything, all he wanted was to talk with you for just one minute. He cried for you for so many nights, drowning in his own sorrows. But you wouldn’t even give him the time of day, he slammed the wall with his fist. Yelling your name now, hands waving in front of your face but still no response. Then he got an idea, he pulled his suit from the stand, throwing it to the ground. Your eyes grew wide at the clothing flying across the room by itself, your eyebrows raising at the phenomenon.
‘What the fuck?’ You exclaimed, looking around for someone, but it was just you. You backed away, fear moving through your body at the flying object. Feet frantically finding their way to the window you had come through. You turned your back to the room, walking through the wall as you flew away. ‘Y/n! Come back!’ He yelled, rushing to the open window. His heart broke as you floated away, the wind carrying you into the night. He reached out for you, hands trying to grasp something unreachable.
His eyes grew sad, eyelids fluttering open and closed, fighting the tears that dared to fall. You were gone, again. He looked down at his sweaty palms in disbelief, shaking at the realization he scared you off. ‘I-i…’ he trailed off, lips quivering as he was left alone. Without you by his side once again, you were gone, never to be seen again. The tears fell all at once, flooding his vision as he cried out for you. Falling to his knees as he clutched his chest in heart break, he needed you. He was hardly even getting by without you these past few months, you were all he had. You would always be his girl, forever and always.
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Cold Night Chapter 2 ( mini series)
🔪🖤18+! minors do not enter! 18+! 🖤🔪
Warnings: Character death! protective zoro! gore! smut! yandere zoro & doffy! zoro is sweet but doffy is crazy! hybrid zoro! Pet names(princess!) vaginal sex! Rough sex! Dirty talking! Biting! Rough sex! Sweet Zoro! Blood lust Zoro!
Okay this was supposed to get posted on Halloween but I forgot how exhausting it can be 😫 so I’m sorry but this is longer than intended!!!!
I wasn’t supposed to like this plot line so much !!! Lol 😂
*Nami is adopted!!! Just FYI!!!
PART 1
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Zoro walked down the stairs with stealth that was far beyond a human, gun in hand forgotten about. There was a smirk on his face as he made his way to the kitchen, shutting off every house light on the way. Having shut off the tea kettle earlier he didn't have to worry about alerting the intruder now in total darkness.
The intruder must've known someone was there, just not where. Zoro walked to the drawers and grabbed three knives, placing the gun inside instead. Walking low to the ground Zoro walked into the living room to listen and wait. Wanting to be in the center of the house in case the creep wanted to sneak into the front.
Hearing a lack of heartbeat and only footsteps had Zoro scowl knowing instantly who it was. The window in the back door broke open effortlessly, as if an invisible force shattered it. Zoro glared at the sound but didn't move an inch, his eyes looking around the room to each window and entrance. Body on high alert, teeth clenching the knife securely in his mouth, one in each hand.
Then he heard it. The crunching of glass underneath a heavy foot. The figure moved slowly throw the house before things started to move as if on there own. The dining room chair flinging across the room, then the filled tea kettle, water splashing on the floor making Zoro scowl.
"Bastard." Zoro grumbled.
Meanwhile you slowly crept down the stairs, your eyes able to catch the chair flying across the room as well as the tea kettle. You couldn't see Zoro and your heart was starting to race because of it. Where was he, you couldn't help but think to yourself.
Your eyes searched the darkness but found nothing. The hair on your arms stood up as you felt eyes watching you.
CRASH!
A picture from your living room slammed into the opposite wall, one you took of Luffy and you right after leaving Doflamingo.
Screech!
It sounded like nails on a chalkboard but it was against the glass before it shattered your window making you almost yelp. You heard glass crunching under someone’s foot before something flashed in your eyes.
“Looks like someone never learns to listen hmm.” You literally shivered at the sound of Doflamingo’s voice, your body turning to run back up the stairs before you felt yourself being grabbed. The feeling of invisible strings grabbing you and slithering around your body like groping hands had you gasp.
The sound of metal connecting with another force was heard in the darkness, your body being snatched away from the stairs. You flew into the abyss of your shadowy living room.
“Stop being such a bitch and fight me!” You could hear Zoro snarl out but you couldn’t see him. Your body being slammed into the wall making you yelp as you hit the ground. You felt calloused fingers touch your body as if checking for injuries despite the lack of light.
“Dammit woman. I told you to stay with the kids.” Zoro’s familiar voice grumbled out, “Nothings broken. Now go!” He yelled at you making your legs work instantly as you ran back up the stairs before Doffy could get you. You closed the door behind you, heaving in gulps of air into your lungs.
“Fucking spider king…” you mumbled in exasperation.
Swords created sparks as they slashed into the webs that the strong man created. Cutting the walls of his ex lovers home while his maniacal laugh reverberated off the walls.
“You think your old washed up vampire lineage could save you? You wouldn’t be able to stop me if you were Dracule Mihawk himself.” Doflamingo’s condescending laugh had Zoro scowl, his mouth watering around the sword in mouth.
His blood lust rising till his vision blurred and all he saw was the veins through the man’s skin. As if his eyes gained X-ray vision till he only saw the man as a walking pile of blood. Skilled eyes pickup up the entire circulatory system like no other human. Zoro was anything but, in this moment as he listened and watched Doflamingo’s already slow heartbeat pulse.
Doflamingo sent web after web at the knifeman, sparks being created where the only light illuminating the room. “You can try all you want but we both know how this will end.”
Zoro rolled his eyes at the others words, not caring in the slightest, “Whatever pal.”
“I’ll rearrange your insides!” Doffy shouted back making Zoro laugh at this point, knives still slicing at the webs.
“The only insides gettin’ rearranged, are Y/N’s after I’m done kicking your ass!” Zoro growled out as he felt a blade connect with human flesh.
Laughing wickedly Zoro let his true beast out. Doflamingo’s choked out groans started to replace the sounds of his webs destroying the furniture. Inspect like legs made of strings went to stab at Zoro from behind, but his lust for the crimson liquid was to much. Slicing them away till the blade broke. Zoro would’ve worried but he knew the blonde was done for.
Kneeling down over the bloody mess that was Doflamingo, his voice gurgling out, “Y-you’re just like *cough* me!”
Grabbing his shirt roughly he lifted the man’s lifeless body like a rag doll, “I’m nothing like you!”
“You’re a monster! Don’t think I don’t know what you are! Who you are!” Doflamingo laughed with blood dripping down his chin, shades that usually covered his eyes now shattered. “Roronoa Zoro, Last Prince of the Dracule Clan.”
Zoro slammed his fist into the man’s face a couple times before dropping him to the ground. “Guess the vampires beat you stupid spider brats again. Even if I am just a low blood descendant.”
“One more thing… I’ll never be like you, and you wanna know why.” Smirking Zoro grabbed his knife, “You let your true colors show anytime of day and that’s why Y/N left you. Me, I’ll always let my inner monster remain in the shadows. Hiding in plain sight, waiting for the right moment time strike anyone that touches what’s mine. Also, what makes you think I’m the last?” Laughing as he gives his final blow.
When Zoro had his fun he pulled out his phone to the man he knew would take care of this mess.
“Hey old man, dust yourself off and fly over here. I got a situation and need some hands to get rid of it.”
“Who do I look like?” A voice drew out slowly.
“My daughter’s grandpa and if you want her safe I suggest coming down here.” Zoro smirked as he heard a female voice start shouting they need to leave now.
“Not Nami-sama!”
“We’ll be there soon.” His father said before hanging up. After his call he removed his clothes then jogged up the stairs to the restroom.
“W-what the fuck!?” Your voice a shouted whisper as you looked at a naked bloody Zoro. The mix of emotions that you were feeling was overwhelming, horror from the blood, relief from his safety and lust from his nudity.
“Need a shower. Don’t go downstairs.” Zoro had the nerve to say to you with no explanation so you followed behind quickly as he stepped in your bathroom. You closed the door behind the two of you and he turned on the water as if he’s been using it his whole life.
Stepping in the shower Zoro shot you a look through the glass, “How are you feeling, he through you kinda far.” His question stunned you but you nodded though he couldn’t see to well through the frosted glass.
“My turn to ask a question.” You say to him making him chuckle as he scrubbed at his skin. “He’s…not human. How could you? That means you must be…?”
“I’m not full human, you’re right. I’m a descendant to a vampire. So if you ran my blood through a test, some weird shit pops up but I live and eat like a human.” He answers your confusion easily as he applies soap to his hair.
You nod your head processing the information as he carried on, “I’m Prince of the Dracule Family…a long time enemy to your ex, the Spider King known as Donquixote Doflamingo.”
“You ki-”
“Yes.” He answered quickly not wanting the foul word to leave your sweet lips. You looked at the glass door watching his blurred figure washing away the crimson evidence.
“You could’ve taken your daughter and left us here.” You told him and Zoro scuffed out a laugh, “Nah, like I told him. You’re mine. I’ll fight anyone for you two…especially that piece of shit.”
It was your turn to laugh, “Oh I am huh?”
“Yeah, so you steppin’ in wit me or not?” His tone light but full of desire as it bounced off the shower walls. Your arms made the decision for you as they lifted your top up and over your head, dropping it on the floor. Then pushing down your panties and leggings in one go.
You took a deep breath as you opened the shower door, being met with Zoro’s extremely handsome smirk. “That’s my girl.”
Opening his strong arms he pulled you into his chest, mumbling into the top of your head, “Glad I met you.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around the man. His body cut with muscles that easily left you drooling.
“Yeah we almost went trick or treating with my friend and his son.” You laughed in the man’s chest, squealing as he tightened his hold around you. “Well I’m happy I got to your cute ass first. Even if I did handle your dirty work for you.” His words made you gasp as you stared up at him, pouting at him as you thought of Luffy.
“Trust me he would’ve gotten rid of Luffy when he was of age anyways.” Zoro hissed out, “He did it to his father.”
Zoro let his hands travel around your body, rubbing your sore back from when you’d been thrown. You didn’t think you were as sore as you were till Zoro was massaging you in the hot water.
Sighing as you let you head rest against his chest, the man humming as he noticed you relax. “Thank you Zoro. I don’t know what to say.” You tell him as you stare into his eyes with longing.
Shrugging his shoulders he put his hands to your face as he leaned down slowly, “Then don’t say nothin’.”
You sighed into the kiss that he initiated, thumb caressing your cheek softly. Your arms held Zoro tightly, the man who just a few hours ago was a stranger to you. He felt like safety, the smell of blood gone and replaced with marshmallows and bonfire. Like a campground that you didn’t have to be afraid of.
Tonight felt like a horror movie, but with Zoro you didn’t feel so scared. Monsters, though they were real, didn’t stand a chance against the swordsman. Not with his skilled fingers weaving there way into your hair gently, his other hand traveling slowly over your neck.
Soon his lips followed the trail of his fingers going down your neck, kissing deeply till you were moaning softly. You didn’t feel ashamed to have his hands slowly roam your skin, you wanted him. Needed him.
“Zoro please.” Your voice is quiet with lust as you call to him.
“Where?” His voice ghosted over your neck making you whine out, “Here and now.” Pulling back to look at him you feel confident in your decision. The look in his eyes pure desire for you, “I’m serious, you’re mine.” He tells you pressing his forehead to yours making you smile.
“Let’s go to my room okay?” You ask and he grins as he shuts off the water. “No problem princess, we got a bit of time for a I need ya to meet someone.” He tells you but you shrug it off for now.
Both drying off quickly, wrapped in towels as you both tan down the hall like lovestruck puppies. Locking the door with a wink, he reached out and snatched your towel. Exposing your nudity to his eyes that roamed your every inch.
“Shit you’re beautiful.” Zoro breathed out as he looked at you and you nodded along with him. You let your eyes rack over his muscular body, dents and crevices in his pecs and abs made your mouth water.
Soon the staring game was to much and he closed the distance between you two. “I’m glad you’re safe.” You mumbled into his lips that begged for entrance which you gave. His tongue searching your mouth in a heated kiss that left you breathless, hands clutching his chest.
Putting his hands under your thighs he lifted you up easily making you whine into his mouth. A battle of tongues happening as he laid you down still connected with you. Grinding his body into yours when it hit the soft mattress had the both of you moaning deeply. His hard cock immediately finding its place between your legs making him hiss at the brush of your wetness.
“Holy shit princess~ this wet for me already?” He grunted as he grinded his cock inbetween your folds, tip of his cock touching your clit with every slide. His hands groped at your breasts, fingers twirling and twisting your hardened nipples leaving you whining underneath him.
He loved the sounds you were making more than anyone he’s ever heard. Kissing you and touching you were making his heart clench and mouth water. He swallowed harshly thinking of what this could me as his mouth started to tingle. Pulling away from the kiss with trembling lips.
“Fuck you make me so thirsty.” He growled as he kissed along your jaw till he was nipping at your ear. You gasped when you felt a hand of his rub at your clit in a slow circle. Tracing your entrance in a teasing pace before sliding a finger into your wet cunt. “Wow baby you’re so wet.” He groaned deeply as he kissed along your neck.
Your hands touched his body wherever they could, grabbing his thick cock making him twitch. “W-wow you’re so big.” You said in a panic and Zoro chuckles into your neck, “Don’t worry woman, I can be gentle when I need ta be.”
Nodding you pulled him up for a kiss making Zoro’s mouth twitch now that he was away from your neck. Groaning into the kiss, his heart beating harder in his chest.
What’s this feeling?
You stroked his thick cock in time with the way his fingers were going, now two pumping into your pussy. His other hand squeezing your tit like a toy, going from rough to soft occasionally.
Pulling back Zoro couldn’t help but to kiss along your body. Down your neck he went, slow sensual kisses inbetween the valley of your breast. You clawed the sheets as you arched, his hands spreading your plush legs open for his delight.
“Zoro~” Your voice quiet as you sing to him. “I got you princess.” He smirked as he sucked a mark into your hip making you gasp. Kissing your inner thighs like he would devour you. It left you breathless, “Zo~ro!”
“Keep it down woman.” He hissed making your pussy clench as you bit your lip. “Our kids are asleep.”
“Damn.” You groaned out when he finally dove his tongue into your folds. Licking in between your wet cunt he couldn’t help but moan at your taste. You clasped a hand over your mouth as you watched him start to work.
“You have no idea what I’d do for you Y/N.” Zoro mumbled into your pussy as he ate away at your wetness that leaked below. He felt like whimp as he grinded into your bed, hoping you wouldn’t be mad at the precum that would be on your sheets. Hips bucking into the mattress as he growled into your folds, hands clawing your hips.
You put a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair softly. Nails scratching gently against his scalp making him groan even more into your cunt. He couldn’t help but eat you in a frenzy, his head moving rapidly to bring you to a squirting mess.
Sucking on your clit till you were shaking and squirming from cumming, making the man throw your legs on his shoulders. His fingers thrusting into your cunt as his tongue kissed your folds.
“Such a pretty pussy can’t wait to be inside you. Please let me make you feel good.” He groaned as he nipped against your inner thigh.
The look he gave you had you ready to cum, it was so intense and focused on just you it was mesmerizing. “I won’t hurt you I promise.” His voice pleading as his mouth watered against the vein in your thigh. Sucking a harsh mark into your skin making you whine as you nod a yes.
Sitting up he kept your legs on his shoulders winking as he slapped his leaky cock onto your pussy like he owned it. “All mine.” He growled out confirming your thoughts as he slide his cock around your juices.
“Yes Zoro~ I’ll be yours.” You tell the man but it turns to a gasp as he slowly slid his thick head inside your soaked cunt. The girth making you yelp, Zoro’s hand finding it’s way to your clit to ease the sting.
“Lil princess got this wet all for me. Fuck~ naughty woman.” Zoro’s groan went straight to your core as his eyes rolled back. His hips slowly rolling into your spongy cunt till he was balls deep within you. Hand rubbing soft circles on your clit making you whine for more pressure as his cock slide into you.
“Breath princess, don’t want you passing out on me so soon.” He teased you, making you take a deep breath to relax but next thing you knew Zoro was fucking into you quickly.
Hips moving at a fast, deep pace that had you gripping the sheets ready to release a scream. “Shh~easy there mama.” He grunted to you noticing your inner dilemma.
“S’good~ Come on~ more please! Zoro~” You whined out his name so squeaky that Zoro couldn’t help but groan with a smirk.
“Ooh~is my pretty mamas actually a lil brat?” Chuckling as he leaned down to nip at your bottom lip, his voice raspy with lust, “Shit~lemme find out.”
Your heart rate picked up at his tone and choice of words that held a challenge for future defiance. Your hands going to cover your mouth but quickly held onto his arms for leverage when he pounded into your pussy harder.
“Sh~shit!” You screamed out with watery eyes from the force of his hips slapping into yours, heavy balls hitting your ass cheeks. Yelping from his calloused hands covering your mouth. Giving you a glare he pulled his hips back before slamming his cock back into you balls deep.
“I said keep it down woman.” He snapped quietly as he let his other hand rub on your clit faster. Pulling out moans and screams from your throat with each stroke and touch he was giving you.
Zoro looked amazing above you. Strong muscles glistening as sweat dripped between each crevice. His abs flexing as he drilled his girthy cock into your sensitive pussy. Strong hands that just protected you, rubbed tight circles on your aching clit. Throbbing from the impending orgasm you were gonna have.
The swordsman moaned deeply as he felt your cunt clenching his cock, the smell of your blood thick in the air. His eyes dropped down to watch your pussy being pounded, mouth drooling as he could see your veins pulsing through your skin.
He’s never felt this way having sex before. So needy and hungry. He felt the thirstiest he’s ever been in his entire life. Throat dry from dehydration but he knew it wasn’t water that he needed to partake in. Cock throbbing into your cunt, your juices creaming a ring of love around the base of his cock. Like your pussy was marrying his dick and he never wanted a divorce.
“Y/N-baby you feel so good.” He groans with his head falling back before he watched your eyes plead up to him. Your slutty tongue licking around his palm before he shoved his fingers down your throat. Both releasing a small moan as your wet tongue wrapped around his fingers before sucking them. Imagining they were his heavy cock in the back of your throat you sucked harder swirling your tongue.
“Fuck ~ I need to use that throat of yours later.” Zoro grunted as his hips started to stutter, thrusts fucking you rougher till you were whimpering. Your breast jingling with each movement he was sending your way.
“Zo~ro!” You cry out as you feel the cord snap, pussy leaking around the girth that never let up. Fucking your drenched walls rougher he removed his hands to wrap them around you. Pulling you up until you both were sitting up, his cock going deeper as you sat on him.
“Ahh! Zo~ ro! Please~!” Your broker sobs made Zoro’s body shake, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you down onto him.
Your pussy walls hugging him tightly back as he squeezed you into his safe arms. Cock slapping into your sweet spot with every drop of your hips, “There you go princess.” Zoro grunted as he gripped your hair to pull your head to the side.
“I’m so-uh fuck!- happy I met you -shit!- tonight.” Moaning so much he could barely get the words out, lips kissing your neck softly. “I’ll keep you safe. Sh-shit~! Protect you! Take care of you, fuck! Make you cum whenever you want.” Zoro was sloppily kissing your neck all over, frenzied as he felt himself about to cum.
Bite!
His brain told him making him scowl as he continued to suck on your neck. Marking you with kisses only deposits his brain yelling.
Bite!
He couldn’t help but fuck into you harder, nails digging into your hair till you yelped his name. His hold on you softening till he was petting your hair, hushing you that you just feel to good.
BITE. HER.
His inner voice snapped out as he felt you cum around his cock again, both of your heads falling back in bliss. Your pussy had no business being so tight around his cock, like a nice fitted sweater all warm and cozy. Your voice calling out his name was like a white noise machine and it’s all he could hear.
“Zoro cum in me please~!” Hearing you beg out those words made his mind and body short circuit.
BITE HER NOW!
He felt his mouth water as his balls twitched, hips stuttering against you as he slammed you down. Cock punching into your cervix deeply as his blunt teeth bit into your pulse point. His hips fucking ropes of cum into your tight pussy. Shoving his cum back in like it’s own personal storage unit just for his spunk.
The feeling of his teeth on your neck and cock shoving itself as far as it can go had dots shoot across your vision like a meteor shower. “ZORO!?” Confusion, pain and pleasure took over you as you felt yourself cum again.
You thought it was impossible so quick after another but feeling his teeth sent a shockwave throughout your body. One that you never felt.
Everything with him felt so new, like being touched all over again. His grunts and groans filled your ears as he sucked on your neck hard. You felt dazed and satisfied beyond belief, but an ache was growing in your neck.
“Zo-ro?” Your voice coming out more shaky and quiet than you thought.
“Mmhmm~.” He moaned against your neck as he came down from his high, dots also in his eyesight too. When he started to come down is when he noticed the copper taste in his mouth. Blinking slowly as he started to come to, he realized his teeth were latched onto your neck.
Pulling back in horror he watched blood slowly trickle down, but instead of anger on your face it was pure bliss.
“A bit thirsty huh?” You joke sleepily as he lays you down, hands going to caress your face. His eyes full of panic and fear as he looked at you, “Dammit, I’m so sorry.”
You wave a hand at him for reassurance, smiling all silly, “Pshh~ this ain’t nothing the ex Spider Queen can’t handle.” You jokingly reply but Zoro’s lips curl into a scowl, one missed by you as your eyes start to shut.
“I’ll get you cleaned up.” He tells you as he grabs a shirt or anything he can to clean up the cum and blood that was starting to stain. Grabbing his boxers he went back in to clean you up, chuckling to himself as he noticed you were asleep.
Tucking you, he kisses your forehead and went down the hall to check on the kids. Smiling in success knowing he managed to get some good pussy while also not waking the lil animals. Walking down in just his boxers he wasn’t surprised to see the entire living room was spotless.
“Long time no see.” A female’s voice calmly said from the kitchen. The sound of cleaning being heard, light clanks and dings from the dishes.
“Been a bit busy with the ginger haired gremlin.” Zoro joked as he stepped in the kitchen to greet the raven haired woman. “Hey Robin, s’been a while huh?”
She was sipping a cup of tea as multiple hands cleaned away at the mess. “Sit. Join me.” She smiles softly but her words hold a command that Zoro silently obeys.
“So…” She starts as she gives that signature smile that shows she’s up to no good. “Tell auntie dearest everything.”
Before Zoro could protest a figure stepped behind Zoro placing a heavy hand to his shoulder. Zoro felt his skin crawl still in adulthood from the looming presence of his father.
“And we do mean, everything.” His fathers voice a dark growl, golden eyes illuminating the dimly lit kitchen.
“Like what?” Zoro choked out as he took a sip of tea that Robin handed him.
“Hmm I don’t know…” Mihawk mocks as he steps around the table to lock eyes with his son. “Maybe how my adult hybrid son managed to find a mate when it’s literally impossible!”
“What she’s my what!?”
Mihawk put a hand to his aching cold head sighing deeply at his son’s stupidity, “Oh Zoro please…please tell me you didn’t listen to the voice.”
“What voi-” He starts to say but thought back to his head shouting to ‘BITE’, “Ohh~!”
“Dammit Zoro!” Mihawk shouts in exasperation throwing his hands up, “Have I not taught you!”
“Is she dead?” Robin asked casually as she stood from her chair, confusing Zoro. Her words made Mihawk pale even more as he slowly slide into the chair Robin was just in, his sister thankfully sensing his impending stress.
“Oh dear god. S-son…tell me - tell me you managed to stop.” His voice shaky making Zoro nervous as he answered, “Y-yeah I stopped. Now why are you freaking out old man? What’s a mate? You don’t mean like that shit you hear in movies right?” Zoro laughed as he thought of all the cliche vampire chick flicks his sister Perona used to make him watch.
Zoro’s laugh died down when he noticed Robin and Mihawk share a look before she smiled like a brat, “Yes. Yes that’s exactly what it means.”
“Congratulations. ” Mihawk smirks at Zoro’s wide eye expression, “Now… I expect an heir.”
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alice-angel12x · 1 year
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Death is always around the Corner
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Vil + Death!Reader
Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil,Idia, Malleus
Masterlist
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Let's set the scene:
"Magic Mirror on the wall. Tell me, who is the fairest of them all," The Beautiful queen asked her magic mirror. " I see the figure of your fair stepdaughter. With her lips as red as a rose, hair as black as ebony, and skin as white as snow," The mirror said. " Snow White…!" The Queen scowled.
Death stood in the shadows as they watched the vain queen glare and curse the young princess.
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Reading Vil's book brought back memories of the terrible women. Y/n could only hope that history is not about to repeat itself, but they knew. Just by the patterns of what has been happening around this school, they knew that was most likely.
"Wha—?! Don’t just stop and stare, Yuu! I hit my nose on your leg, yanno?" Grim groaned.
"You’re staring intently at the Great Seven’s statue, Y/n. Something up?" Ace asked.
"It's... It's strange seeing all these people. Being looked up to and aspired as such," Y/n said simply.
"Why is that? Did you know them personally?" Deuce asked.
"Not personally, but I was there to witness their prime and watch their downfall," Y/n explained.
"Really?! So what was the Queen of Hearts like?" Ace asked."
"A hypocritical tyrant. She would enforce the rules on everyone, but herself. She would even make up laws on the fly just to have an excuse to behead people. 60% of the rules in Heartsybuyl were ''on the fly'' made ruled," Y/n explained.
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After that Ace and Deuce certainly had a new perspective of the queen of hearts. But school continued as normal, and Y/n could already feel the presence of a growing blot. It Has Begun.
Later that day an announcement was posted in the cafeteria. An audition for the Joint Cultural Festival’s Vocal & Dance Championship.
“Come and join us! Aspiring singers and dancers, this is your chance for stardom! You shall represent our glorious school! In the case that you are chosen to be part of the finalists. The prize money of 5 million Madol will be divided among the participating members."
This certainly caught the boy's attention. As the group walked through the courtyard expressing their excitement. They were interrupted by singing, a lovely voice too.
That voice belongs to none other than Epel Felmier. As those boys began talking, Epel noticed that Y/n seemed to be left out. Sadly before he could reach.
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"Goodness, Epel. Are you neglecting your lessons to talk to some pigeons?" asked a smug voice.
"Vil-san!" Epel gasped.
"Wha—?! Is he talking about us?" Grim asked nervesly.
"Who else is there? This is an important lesson for our Epel. There are less than two months before the VDC. He does not have the time to be fraternizing with lowlifes like you," Vil said with a prideful smirk. " Please do not bother him while he is doing his lessons."
"We weren’t bothering him at all—," "Vil-san, don’t shout at them! This’s—This is my fault—," Epel said, cutting Deuce off.
"Epel, how many times must I tell you to stop with that vulgar way of speaking? It is not befitting a person of your standard. Surely you do not want to be referred to as a “Poisonous Red Apple,” do you?" Vil continued.
"But I—I don’t really want to do this—!" Epel stuttered
"Have you forgotten your promise with me already? Come along now," Vil commanded.
"Hey, you. I don’t care whether you’re a Prefect or not, but you just look like you’re bullying him," Ace glared.
" H-hey, you two…! Didn’t the Headmaster tell you both not to pick fights anymore?!" Deuce said nervesly.
"Hmph, pretty bold of you nobodies to challenge me. This will be perfect exercise after a meal. Come now, I’ll turn you into mashed potatoes," Vil smirked.
Sadly Adeuce and Grim were not on the same level as Vil, so Y/n eventually decided to step in. Just as Vil was about to throw a blow at the First Years, Y/n effortlessly caught his fist.
"Abusing your authority as a Prefect is not a good look. I thought you were better than that, but I guess I was wrong," Y/n smirked as they tossed Vil into the air. Only to grab him by his collar and slam hard onto the stone below. Vil had the wind knocked out of him.
"I'd give you a... 5 points out of 100," Y/n smirked at Vil's gasping form.
"Instant kill!" Grim and Ace cheered.
"S-so cool," Epel awed quietly.
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After that one-sided fight, Epel asked Y/n if it would be possible to be as strong as them. They answered "That is for you to decide, but don't focus only on the strength. Or is trying to be a muscle head the only thing about you?"
With that Y/n and the Adeuce group left. After some days of dance training with Kalim and Jamil. The group had to sign up by talking to Rook. The school stalker, who was all to happy to lurt random info on the group. Though he didn't have much on Y/n
So Y/n returned in kind.
"Greetings Rook hunt from Class 3-A, seat number 10. Your height is 177cm, whose unique magic is "I see you," Y/n smirked as Rook froze. For the first time being on the receiving end of his action.
But Rook would smile it off and tells them to come to Pomfiore in three days' time. And thankfully Adeuce was accepted into the group. Along with Kalim and Jamil.
But unfortunately, Y/n and Grim were forced to house the new VDC group. for the next 2 months, and While Grim was easily won over with money and tuna. Y/n didn't want to share their temporary home.
So with much back and forth Crowley ignored Y/n and gave the boys the green light. So Y/n was not the happiest when they came. especially when Vil starts making demands and setting down his own rules. And order them around.
Sadly not only did Y/n have to house them, but also help assist them with their training.
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"Of course. Manager, please play the song for us," Vil said expectantly.
"Who?" Y/n asked as they leaned against the windowsill.
"Who else is there? Didn’t the Headmaster ask you to support us? If you want to get paid, then work yourself to the bone for us, too," Vil said.
"Well, I don't need your currency," Y/n answered simply.
"What?!" Grim Gasped. "B-But my Tuna!"
"Grim I cook fresh fish for you for Breakfast and Dinner. You have no reason to complain. I even get the certain types of fish you like," Y/n scolded.
But Grim wants that money so he did follow Vil's command. As the Video was about to play an Ad of Neige popped up. And As Y/n watched they could see Vil crumble inside.
"He is very Lovable," Y/n commented, throwing salt into the wound.
"Gentlemen, stop focusing on the wrong things and watch the dance video, for god’s sake! This time for sure… I promise that we will not lose," Vil promised.
"Good. Well, I wish you luck. Don't cause trouble Grim," Y/n said as they left the dance room.
"W-where are you going?" Vil asked, but was ignored.
Practice went well, all the way to sunset, But Vil began to rear his head. As his ugly tendency surfaced.
" I… I don’t want to do it…" Epel stuttered.
"Pardon? “Meandering and girly? Are you sleep-talking, my dear? Well, even then I still will not tolerate such brashness," Vil scoffed as he grabbed and yanked harshly on Epel's ear. "Let me explain. This “meandering” dance trains the inner muscles so that our movements look clean and beautiful. Clothes and dancing should not be categorized into “girly” or “manly.” You are absolutely being close-minded if you think you shouldn’t do “girly” dances just because you’re a boy."
Suddenly Vil yelped in pain as a strong pair of fingers grabbed his ear. He was pulled down to Y/n's level by his ear as Y/n began to talk directly into it.
"And You should know that Boy or Girl, you have no right to place your hands on another individual. Or have you thrown out common human decency?" Y/n asked. "Since we're on the trend of pointing out flaws, I have many of yours to point out."
"Like how you drag unwilling people into your goals. Aren't you ashamed of forcing your dreams onto Epel? What are you incapable of reaching your goals on your own, and need someone else to succeed for you?"
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Y/n called the first day of training to a close. Vil wasn't feeling too chatty after that earful with Y/n.
Y/n sensing that Vil had enough, they left the group alone Till everyone went to bed. Kalim was surprised to See y/n outside. They gave Kalim a small pep talk and sent him back to bed.
Since Y/n death Didn't need sleep, they continued to do work. Like Removing Vil's curse on the baked goods Trey made. Before anyone could get hurt, reaping unfortunate souls, and Catching fish for Grim to eat.
Vil was not happy when he caught Ace and Deuce eating sweets, but was infuriated to learn that Y/n removed his curse. And Y/n would continue to be a thorn in Vil's side.
But sadly Vil's tune didn't change over the few days. And Eventually, it Got to the group. Epel quits, Deuce with a massive loss of confidence, and Ace becomes more of a jerk.
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" Well only after a few days, you're out of a team. Seems like you are well on your way to losing after all," Y/n laughed.
"Those potatoes didn't have what it takes," Vil glared.
"Oh, just like you don't have what it takes to beat Neige?" Y/n asked with a knowing and cruel smile.
"Gaining what you want by means of pure effort is a thing of dreams," Vil muttered to himself. "And I do have what it takes, I will be the fairest of them all."
"Will you, or are just repeating words of people telling you are beautiful?" Y/n asked. " find something else to do with your time. Like becoming a better teacher or instructor."
"Do you just enjoy insulting me?" Vil glared.
"I just act how you act when you do when you are around people you think are beneath you. Time 5 of course,' Y/n said. " And yes, I do find it amusing how fail to be an influencer. Like how you fail to influence Epel into seeing the benefits of being pretty. You just Sqwaked and screeched at him the whole time."
"Then what would you do?" Vil scoffed, as he nervesly watched Y/n polish their blades.
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Y/n recommended trying to appeal to Epel, like helping his family with their business. This helped ease things over with Epel, and Vil was a bit nicer. And soon 2 months were a breeze.
Things were looking up for the group and Vil, spirits were high, and confidence was through the roof. Til Vil got cold feet after seeing Neige's performance. And the story of the evil queen replayed once again.
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"Where am I?" Vil wondered as walked in the darkness.
As he did he found a backstage vanity, the lights were bright and the station was pristine. There was a book on the table, it was about Him. He read through the script-like text, and memories began to surface. And it was strange seeing it from a new perspective.
"Ah, your here Mr.Vil. Are you ready for your makeup session?" Asked a voice.
Vil turned in his seat to see Y/n dressed like a makeup artist. The boy nodded slowly as Y/n began to recline his chair.
"So what do you think of the script. Do you like the Vil Shoenheit character?" Y/n asked as they began to soak Vil's hair with warm water.
"I just wanted to stand on the stage till the very end," Was all he could say.
"Everyone one does, and you just wanted more then what you got," Y/n agreed as they began to shampoo his hair. " You didn't want to be seen as the Villain any more."
"Exactly, but no matter how much I try and Improve... I don't want to be just that, that villain character. I'm sure the Queen of beauty would look upon me with disappointment," Vil sighed.
"The queen of beauty wouldn't give a flying feather about your struggles. If she were in your passion, she would have killed Neige back in high school. And eat his heart, thinking she would gain his beauty," Y/n said as they rinsed Vil's hair.
"Do not mock the Queen of beauty, and how could you possibly know who she was?" Vil spat as Y/n conditioned his hair.
"I know you very well, I wrote the script in your book," Y/n answered.
"Y-you did. How did you know such personal details about me? Who are you Y/n?" Vil asked slowly.
"I am always near, but never quite here, I am feared by most, yet always appear. I take life from the living, with one final breath. Who am I?" Y/n asked as they rinsed and dried his hair.
Vil looked back at the mirror, but instead of seeing a style artist. There stood a black-robed figure with two razor-sharp scythes.
"Y-your Death. So... You were there during The queens time?" Vil asked as Y/n brushed his hair.
Flashes of Y/n's memories of the Evil queen appeared in the vanity mirror. Showing the queen's true color. Vil slumped into his chair as his idol, everything he knew of her... Was a lie.
"If you were to ask me, you outshine the queen far more than snow white," Y/n said as he turned his chair to face them, applying the makeup. "The queen never cared about improving her own beauty. She simply would not allow more beautiful people to live. You on the other hand worked har to improve your beauty."
"You really mean that?" Vil asked as he looked back at his book, only to see a wanted poster on top of it.
"Yes, straight from death's lips. You are everything, you thought the queen embodied. Sadly you would have never known that, because you really on strangers to inform your worth. When only you can truly know what your value is," Y/n said as they finished their work and turned Vil around to face the Vanity.
"Vil? Who is the fairest of them all?" Death asked.
As he looked in the mirror, images of his life achievements flashed in the vanity. Vil smiled as turned to face Death.
"I am the fairest," Vil said.
"Are you sure?" Death asked as they bored into Vil's eyes.
Vil stood from his chair and stood face to face with Death. " Yes, I'm very certain."
"Good," Y/n smiled as they stepped aside. "Well, you better hurry. You're going Live in 30 seconds. Your public awaits."
Vil looked ahead to see the stage doors open, as a blinding light showed through. With confidence, he stepped back into the living.
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wkndwlff · 7 months
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Special Secret Song Inside
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Written for @roosterforme's Rocktober challenge...Jake's mom always told him that love would sneak up on him when he wasn't looking. Maybe she was right all along.
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Female Reader
WC: 3K
Warnings: 18+ Only!, Minors DNI, swearing, adult themes, mentions of stripping and strip clubs, inaccuracies likely, typos I'm sure, proceed with caution if you listen to the song
A/N: Thanks to @sylviebell and @roosterforme for talking me into writing this!
Jake stared at the shot glass in his hands. The dim lighting of the bar made the deflated whipped cream look even more unappetizing. Blow job shots. He said he didn’t want one, but the best man insisted. He swirled the glass in his hands, wondering why he even agreed to tag along to the strip club.
The multi-colored lights from the stage danced along the liquor bottles that decorated the back wall of the club. He hadn’t even looked at the stage. He didn’t want to. He hadn’t been in a strip club since Payback’s 35th birthday a few years before and he was alright if he never went back to one. He had grown out of that phase of his life somewhere after his 30th birthday.
“Can I get you something you’ll actually drink?” the bartender asked, pulling his attention.
He smiled weakly. He must’ve looked as miserable as he felt. Maybe that was his sign to just leave. Brent would understand. He was pretty sure his childhood friend only invited him along for his bachelor party because they were close to his base. His stomach rolled as he looked at the waitress. He should’ve gone home after Chad, the best man, insisted on dragging everyone to a second bar after their golf outing.
“I think I’m going to head out,” he sighed. “Thanks though, Trixie.”
Jake dragged a hand down his face as soon as the blonde walked to another patron of the bar. His head was starting to pound from the music. The lighting wasn’t helping him either. He just wanted to go to bed. He had drills to run in the morning and he couldn’t let Bradshaw out fly him.
He put a twenty on the bar top before turning towards the stage. All he had to do was find Brent and Chad. He wasn’t going to worry about them catching a cab. He wasn’t going to worry about what else the two of them would get into in his absence. He wasn’t going to worry if someone should tell Amber that her fiancé ended up in a strip club.
He was about to stand when the DJ’s voice rang out over the speakers. “Put your hands together for LA’s own Dani California,” the man boomed.
Jake chuckled under his breath, clapping softly. It was arguably one of the cleverest stage names he’d heard. Maybe he would stay for one more song. He wondered if anyone else found your name refreshing. He wondered if anyone else in the strip club had even listened to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. He knew for certain that Brent and Chad, who were whooping from the front row, never had.
“Hey, Trixie,” he called as the funky beat began blasting in the small room. “Could I get a Yuengling?”
He didn’t even look to see if she’d heard him. His focus was on the small stage as you made your way to the pole. He wasn’t sure what he expected for someone named Dani California, but he knew anything he could conjure in his mind wouldn’t do you justice. Your smile made his breath hitch. His pulse deafening him as you seemed to effortlessly work the pole. He barely heard the song you were dancing to.
I want to party on your pussy, baby.
I want to party on, party on your pussy.
The tips of his ears burned as heat swept through him. The lyrics were absolutely filthy and so was the way you were swinging your hips. But he was transfixed. The whole room vanished. You were dancing just for him. Trixie had to nudge his arm three times before he even acknowledged the ice cold beer she’d put on the bar top. He knew he was practically drooling despite his mouth being drier than he’d ever remembered. His reservations about being at a strip club vanished as your top hit the floor, red asterisks covering your nipples.
The shower of bills that landed at your feet pulled him out of the trance you had him in. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. He wasn’t the only one under your spell. But you winked at him as you were hanging upside down as the song ended. The green hue that shaded his vision vanished as you made your way off the stage.
A pang rippled through Jake’s chest. That wasn’t a full song. There was no way that you were on the stage for an entire song. You must be coming back. You had to. But the DJ announced someone named Cinnamon and his heart sank. Would you be on the floor? Were you even real?
“Trixie?” he asked, turning quickly to the bar. “Does Ms. California do lap dances? Private dances? Anything?”
“Slow down, cowboy,” she laughed. She raised her hand at someone behind him. “Why don’t you ask her yourself.”
The bottle slid from Jake’s grasp as he turned to see you smiling at him. His heart was about to beat from his chest as you put a hand on his arm. You were stunning. His brain was scrambling to restart itself as you leaned closer. The scent of your perfume had his blood igniting.
“Enjoy the show?” you purred, leaning against the bar.
He opened his mouth to speak, but all that left his lips was a soft squeak. He nodded aggressively. It was all he could do. He barely remembered where he was. All he could focus on was your smile, the way your eyes seemed to light up as you giggled.
“What’s your name?” you tried again, hand gently rubbing his bicep.
“J…Jake,” he panted. It was a miracle he even remembered it. You were leaning closer to him.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jake,” you whispered in his ear.
A chill ran down his spine. You even made his name sound sexy. He would die a happy man if you said it again. His palms were slick as he realized no one would ever be able to make his name sound so beautiful.
“Why are you hiding all the way back here, handsome?” you asked, taking a step back.
He bit back the sob in his chest as you removed your hand. Did you think he wasn’t interested? Why was his brain failing him? He could stay perfectly calm in the air, even when he was in a combat situation, but talking to the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen had him in a tailspin?
“What’s your favorite Chili Peppers song?” he blurted out.
He cursed himself instantly. He was acting like he’d never spoken to a beautiful woman before. He wanted to disappear, wanted to try to reach for the part of him that was Hangman. But the smile that grew on your lips had him staying in the moment as Jake.
“You’ll have to buy a dance to find out, Jake,” you teased, winking playfully.
His hand was on his wallet. He would give you everything that was in it if it meant you’d stay close to him all night. Early morning drills be dammed. He was going to stay with you until they kicked him out.
“I think your friends are on their way out,” Trixie said from behind him.
He looked up to see Brent and Chad being dragged out by their shirts. His jaw clenched. He didn’t want to know what they did. It had to be pretty bad if they were being thrown out. He dragged a hand over his face, looking back at you.
“Maybe some other time, Jake,” you said softly.
He watched as you walked away, looking over your shoulder once. He wanted to stay. Maybe he could come back. He perked at the thought. He would come back after his drills and get that lap dance. He would get to know your favorite song. He smiled at you softly before storming out to the parking lot. He would be back.
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The two weeks leading up to Brent and Amber’s wedding seemed to fly by. Cyclone had been pushing them hard, he barely had time to eat before he fell asleep each night. He had half a mind to just skip the wedding altogether and rest for one weekend, but his flight had been booked for months and his mom was looking forward to having him home for dinner.
He was on his second beer by the time he made it to his assigned table. He wasn’t sure if he’d make it past the cake. The dress shirt was sticking to him despite the blasting air conditioning. He only knew a handful of people and they’d run out of things to catch up on. He looked at his watch. If he left early enough, he’d be able to make the drive home before it was too late. His stomach growled at the thought of a homecooked breakfast.
“Is this seat taken?” A soft voice asked from beside him.
“It is now,” he quipped, looking up to see who else they’d stuck at the singles table.
A gasp slipped through his lips. It couldn’t be. It was you. Time seemed to stop when he saw your smile. He had to be dreaming. He swallowed hard, pulling the chair out for you. He’d been dreaming about you since that dismal night at the strip club. He’d been listening to that Chili Peppers song so much that he had started humming it when he was in the air. You knew the couple?
“Do I know you from somewhere?” you asked, taking your seat.
He clutched his chest playfully. Jake’s smile only grew as your giggle hit his ears. He had all night to get you talking. All night to hear that giggle. He didn’t feel so helpless when you were fully dressed.
“That depends,” he hummed. He smiled at his beer, feeling like he had the upper hand this time around.
“On what?” you asked, scrunching your brows, smile growing.
“Are you going to tell me your favorite Chili Peppers song, Dani, or am I going to have to buy that dance?” he whispered smugly.
His stomach twisted as your eyes grew, smile vanishing from your lips. Was it not you? Was it and he just upset you? His heart was pounding as his own smile fell. Shit. How could he talk his way out of this one?
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, taking a sip of wine.
The way you kept your eyes down told him he was right. “I don’t know,” he purred. “I don’t think I would forget that smile or those gorgeous eyes.”
You were smiling again and he felt dizzy. It was you. He had no doubts at all. His confidence was sky rocketing seeing you flustered.
“So aside from being sexy, what do you do?” he deadpanned.
Your head was thrown back, as you laughed. It was the most beautiful sound he’d heard in his life. The giggles were one thing, but your full bellied laugh was another. His heart was beating out of rhythm. He was hopelessly gone for you already.
“That is the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard.” Your smile seemed to double tenfold as you wiped at your eyes.
“That can’t be true,” he said leaning closer. Your perfume brushed his nose, making his eyes flutter shut. “You can’t tell me that someone hasn’t led with ‘I want to party on your pussy’ after your song.”
“Jake,” you hissed, looking around the area quickly.
“No one’s around, darlin’.” His eyes locked with the closest person who was three tables away. “Don’t think the groom’s parents would appreciate some pussy partyin’?”
“I knew I shouldn’t have come,” you sighed, gathering your purse.
His stomach sank. He went too far. You couldn’t leave. Not after how much you’d occupied his thoughts. He did not just fuck up his one shot.
“Hey,” he said gently. “I’m sorry. I went too far.” He paused, biting his lip. “Stay. I can make myself scarce.”
Bile was creeping up his throat. He couldn’t read your expression. He was mentally screaming. He didn’t want to stay away. He wanted to know more about you. Know your favorite songs. Know what you thought of the wedding or the flowers or literally anything.
“No,” you said after too pregnant of a pause. Your eyes still scanned the area. “I do remember you, Jake…I just…no one knows.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” he promised, placing one hand over his heart, the other in the air. He felt a sheen of sweat starting to cover his forehead when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. “How about this…I’ll go get us refills and when I come back, we start over?”
You toyed with the empty plastic cup that sat before you. His heart was thrumming in his ears. What if you said no? What if you still wanted to leave? He felt his brow pinching at the thought.
“The sweet red,” you hummed, pulling him back to earth. He nodded dumbly as your eyes finally found his.
It felt like an eternity had passed by the time he was back with drinks. The bride’s uncle was talking the poor bartender’s ear off, holding everyone else up. He swallowed down the lump in his throat when he spotted you. He thought you would try to sneak away on him, but there you were, sitting in your pretty dress, talking to Chad. Wait, Chad? Every alarm bell was going off in his mind as he took in your body language.
“Sorry I took so long, honey,” he said sitting your drink down. “Just go with it,” he whispered before kissing your cheek. “The line was ridiculously long and then the bartender had to open a new bottle.”
“Thank you very much, baby,” you hummed, nodding slightly.
He draped his arm over the back of your chair, glancing up at the best man. “Here to give me the money to cover the deep clean of my truck?” he asked without a greeting.
“Very funny, Seresin,” he sneered. “Does she remind you of anyone?”
Jake cringed. What kind of man talked about someone who was right in front of them? He hoped that Brent and his friend had been too drunk to remember you from that night. The last thing you needed was one of them recognizing you.
“You mean my girlfriend?” he asked with a scoff.
“Since when do you have a girlfriend?” the man hissed.
“Since I ran into her on base and asked her out to dinner,” he said without hesitation. He squeezed your shoulder.
“I’m serious, man.” Chad’s seedy eyes raked over your body. “Does she remind you of anyone from Brent’s night?”
Jake’s knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping the back of your chair. Brent surely picked some winners for friends. The idiot couldn’t take a hint. He was starting to see red the more the Chad pressed the issue.
“No,” he said as calmly as he could. “What she does remind me of is the sunrise from my cockpit over the open ocean.” He looked back at you. “Absolutely breathtaking. So beautiful that words can’t begin to describe her.”
 You were looking up at him, mouth slightly agape. Did you know that he wasn’t lying? It wasn’t just a line to get that asshole to leave the two of you alone. For the first time in a long time, Jake meant it. You hadn’t left his thoughts for a second.
“Whatever,” the asshole hissed, standing.
“The next time either one of us see you, it better be with the $200 you owe me for getting the smell of your puke cleaned from my truck,” Jake growled.
He didn’t move his arm from your shoulders until Chad was on the other side of the room. Fucking prick. He took a long drag of beer before he finally looked at you. You were staring at the glass of wine he’d sat in front of you, lip worried between your teeth.
“I hope he wasn’t here very long before I got back,” Jake said softly. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…” He raked a hand through his hair. “Guys like him don’t take a hint unless you bash them in the face with it.”
You nodded subtly, reaching out a hand to spin your wine glass. “Storm in a teacup,” you whispered.
His brow furrowed. Did he mishear you? Storm in a teacup? What the hell was that? Was that some sort of code he didn’t know about? Were you telling him to fuck off?
“You asked me what my favorite Red Hot Chili Peppers song was,” you continued, gaze finding his. “Storm in a Teacup.”
Your smile returned, and his shoulders relaxed. “Never heard that one,” he mused. “I take it Special Secret Song Inside is high on the list? Because it’s been stuck in my head for two weeks.” He paused. “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you every time I hum it.”
Your smile grew. “It is paying for grad school,” you hummed. “And it introduced me to this really cute guy with gorgeous eyes that’s more talkative than I remember.”
His breathing stopped. You called him cute? The girl of his dreams was telling him she thought he was cute.
“Don’t stop talking on me now, Jake,” you laughed.
“Would you like to get out of here?” he blurted out.
“Looking to get that lap dance?” you asked skeptically, smile fading.
Jake’s heart fell. Did you think that little of him? He shook his head. “There’s a good burger place a couple blocks away.” He was peeling the label on the brown bottle before him. “I would love to hear about grad school.”
You downed your wine in one gulp, making him laugh. “Thank God,” you sighed. “Burgers sound much better than whatever three course meal they’re serving anyway.” You were gathering your purse quickly. “I’ll meet you out front?”
He nodded. Butterflies flapped in his stomach as you hurriedly navigated through the room. He watched you hug the bride quickly. He took another drag of his beer. He laughed to himself as he made his way towards the exit. There were probably hundreds of songs about him; he was falling hard for a stripper.
Tagging a few friends! @sylviebell @roosterforme @bobfloydsbabe @blue-aconite @beyondthesefourwalls @ereardon @seresinhangmanjake @sebsxphia @thedroneranger @xcastawayherosx @kmc1989 @a-reader-and-a-writer @peachystenbrough @xomrsalliej4787xo
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sukunasweetheart · 1 year
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pianist!sukuna...
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pianist!sukuna, who is a young and renowned genius that wields endless artistic liberty - never failing to receive a standing ovation from his audience. with his slicked back hair,  and his expensive formal suit that has not a single crease on it; he is the desire of many.
pianist!sukuna is always incisive and strict with himself and with others, building a reputation for being a person not to be carelessly touched; unapproachable.
pianist!sukuna, whose pieces are always chaotic and fierce, resembling an uproar in a battlefield.
pianist!sukuna’s pieces are all perfect, but by all means, they are not without emotion. passion, sometimes anger, and joy. you can really tell he enjoys playing under the spotlight. his music sheets reveal his otherworldly cockiness, almost daring anyone to try and copy the way he works the keys on the piano.
pianist!sukuna, who deems his life perfect and complete in every aspect - he doesn't need anything more than what he has now. but of course, like any cliche love story, all of that topples over when you walk into his life.
an amateur pianist. a newcomer, to this occupation. you were about to go onto your debut concert, when you collided into this man in the hall. he’s obviously annoyed, but is unable to lash out at someone who already looks like they’re about to puke, with terrified eyes.
you run up to stage after apologising profusely, leaving him in the dust. of course, this sadistic man is interested in the kinds of mistakes you’ll make in what seems to be your first official performance, so he makes his way to the audience seats to observe.
there, he sees your same anxious face, stumbling towards the piano in the middle. he’s looking forward to how you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of the hundreds of people that stare at you, while you settle yourself down before the grand instrument.
he is absolutely taken by surprise however, when your playing begins. it’s as if your nervousness, anxiety, was all an act. your fingers fly across the keys effortlessly, despite the prominent worry you have in your eyes.
when you finish up, sukuna is dearly impressed. not a single mistake was made, and even though maybe some other aspects of your playing could be improved, your future as a pianist is bright, even in sukuna’s eyes.
he greets you with a few slow claps as you make your way towards the steps of the stage.
“not bad at all. still a shame, though. witnessing you embarrass yourself would’ve served equally as great entertainment.”
“excuse me? what are you talki-” 
maybe because your legs lost strength after you were relieved of the tension, you missed a step while going down the stairs and you topple forward, heading straight for a faceplant.
sukuna catches you - or, moreso acted like an invincible wall that prevented you from falling face first.
“what a pitiful thing, acting like a newborn deer. is it your hobby to ram into strangers like this?” your cheek is pressed against his chest, but you’re only worrying about how your make up will smear onto his shirt.
“sorry!” you exclaim, pulling yourself out of his arms as fast as you’d fallen in. he seems kind of bothered that his snide remarks aren’t registering into that little brain of yours.
“i’ve been meaning to ask... who exactly are you...?”
“forget it,” he sighs, waving you off. “do you even know who i am?”
it was supposed to be more of a rhetorical question, because he definitely believed that someone like you would know of someone like him.
it takes him a second to understand your question. there’s no way... there’s no way...
“you- you don’t know me?”
you blink innocently at him and shake your head. the world closes in on him as he furrows his brows. someone like you?? a beginner??? has no idea who he is???? while sukuna starts pondering whether his feats in the musical industry weren’t enough, you awkwardly side-step away from him.
“uh, well. i have someone i need to see so if you’ll excuse me...”
you slip through his fingers and scamper away, leaving him in the dust again.
the rest is in bullet points bc im lazy
sukuna: 0 
you: 1
oh, the embarrassment! the humiliation! you’ll pay for this.
he literally loses sleep over it, smh dramatic man
he plans a revenge... what better way to shove his superiority in your face than to make you work with him, face to face?
a collaboration, it is. it’ll be sure to draw in a lot of attention too, a refined musician like him reaching out to an ignorant novice like you.
it starts off with him bullying you mildly until he eventually discovers that he is attracted to you, like every romance
the whole time, you didnt even realise he was trying to bully you...
being dense asf, whenever he brought up his harsh, spiteful remarks, you thought he was just trying to give you constructive criticism
you improved your playing a lot while working with him and even introduced new perspectives to sukuna about the piano
you: *plays something for him*
sukuna: that was horseshit
you: sorry, i’ll do better!
sukuna: 😐🧍‍♂️(why arent you upset)
the point where he went “shit, im in love” was probably when you excitedly grinned at him after finishing a piece perfectly by following his advice
so then his revenge story turns into a love story
the collab turns out really well, yours and his playing styles harmonising to create an interesting piano album
when he starts pursuing you romantically, it takes a while bc he uses roundabout ways to tell you that he wants you and you’re... well, you’re dumb
“you’re always like this. making me chase you around... tch.”
as for the first kiss, he quite literally demanded it like
“let me kiss you.” sukuna says, pushing you closer to him with an arm wrapped around your waist. you slow blink at him, but you tell him “...okay.” and shut your eyes
and then when he takes you to his bed for the first time, he reveals to you the tattoos he has on his bodyy ;) you stare in awe
"You didn't take me for a conservative man, did you?" He asks with a smirk. "Admire them as you please."
oh and one extra; you convince him to upload a clip of you and him playing ‘heart and soul’ together onto his instagram, how cute would that be
notes; please listen to Liszt - Un Sospiro - this was the piece that i had fallen in love with while trying to immerse myself with some piano music during the creation of this haha <3<3 
tagging; @i4sgwr @skunaskitten @nanamin-3​ @yuujispinkhair​ @nemoyr​
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basketball!abby and reader making out but suddenly sam (the coaches toddler) appears next to them and abby just makes reader fly off her all embarrassed 💀
i love how sam is now a canon character from the basketball!abby universe and i made him up <3
maybe it’s a weekend practise, and no one is in the auditorium— so you and abby manage a sneaky, handsy, desperate makeout session — her built, tall figure looming over you pinning you to the wall, large hands up your shirt as you whimper into her mouth. whispered promises of what she’s gonna do to you once the two of you get back to her apartment are cut short when the sound of two tiny footsteps come plodding out the double doors.
you nearly fall onto the floor at the speed at which abby drops you, stepping back placing her hands in the air guiltily which would have made you burst out laughing if you weren’t so alarmed. “hey, sam buddy what are you doing out here? where’s mom?” she breathes, red in the face, tugging her shorts back into place that had been jostled from your grabby hands. she darent look at you, pulling your skirt back down.
he grins, none the wiser to the situation of course and points his chubby fingers at her, coming closer. “bee bee!” he chimes, happy to show her he’d been practising saying her name. the embarrassment and stress on her face melts away just like that into a grin as she comes towards him, effortlessly swooping him up.
“you been practising my name?” she cooes, looking down at him sat on her hip. he waves at you and you wave back, allowing yourself to giggle about the situation now. “alright, let’s go find mom. can’t believe she just lets you wander off like this—” he voice fades as she walks him through the doors back into the gym, leaving you to fix your clothes some more before following in pursuit.
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calumsrockstar · 4 months
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Chemistry - Calum Hood
Calum was always a straight A student, but when he failed a test, you came to his rescue
Word count: 1.4k
Contents: protected p in v, oral (f and m recieving) virginity, minimal cursing, overall just cute vanilla sex, calum is a sub if you squint hard enough.
nerd!calum x reader (fem)
this is set in high school (both characters are 18)
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Calum had never gotten less than an A on his tests, since he was a child, he prided himself in always being the best, spending his weekends studying and reading, knowing that would guide him to excellence.
But now, his last year in high school, things had changed. The subjects were getting harder and harder, and he was struggling to keep up, especially in chemistry class.
He´s always loved chemistry, but now, it felt like a drag.
He studied like a madman for his recent chemistry test, but when he recieved it, it was like his mind went blank, he couldn´t answer any of the questions, even the easiest ones.
A week later, he got the test back. The result was an F. He had never felt more defeated in his life. He looked up at you, showing your test to your friend. You had gotten an A! You were squealing with happiness.
You were another student in his advanced placement class, you were the only one who could compare to him. You were popular, and everybody liked you, you seemed to have a perfect life, unlike Calum, who spent his weekends at home.
He was a very handsome guy, he was tall, had beautiful brown eyes and amazing hair. The only problem is that he was insecure, feeling like nobody liked him.
He had always had a crush on you, since he could remember. Your y/h/c hair flowed in the wind, you always looked effortlessly beautiful even with no makeup on, and you wouldn´t hurt a fly. He always caught himself staring at you in class, or in the hallways, his heart skipping a beat when you smiled at him.
He heard that you were offering tutoring as a part time job. This was his chance, he thought. It was innocent, just asking for a tutor. No harm in that, right?
The next day, he finally worked up the courage, walking up to you. "Hey y/n, um, I was wondering if you could tutor me? I did really badly on his chemistry class." He spoke softly.
You looked at him. You had never heard him speak, so you were suprised by his accent. "Yeah, of course, is today after class okay with you, Calum?"
He was shocked you remembered his name. "Um, yeah, yeah! Totally cool..." He rubbed his hand on his forehead. "I´ll give you my number for us to get in contact." You told him.
The school day went slowly, he was checking his watch every 10 minutes, waiting for the bell to ring.
He finally got a message from you.
y/n: Hey, do u wanna come to my house or I go to urs?
Calum: We can go to mine, i can take us.
y/n: cool 😎 see u in a bit, outside gate
Calum had the biggest grin on his face, he could not believe the cutest girl in his class was going to his house.
Calum waited outside the school, checking his watch. You finally appeared, with your backpack, holding some books. "Let´s go?" You asked, smiling at him. "Come on, let´s go." He laughed awkwardly.
You both got into his car, it was run down, but cozy. "Sorry, this car is a little old." He rubbed the back of his head with his hand. You smiled. "I think it´s vintage."
You got to the front door. "My parents are in the living room, I think we better go to my room." Calum said. "Yeah, it´s no problem."
You answered. You took his hand. "Take me?" You smiled. Calum winced at the touch, not because he didn´t like it, but because he liked it too much.
He took you upstairs to his room. It had dim lights, the wallpaper was dark blue, he had vynils hanging from his walls, and a guitar propped up on the wall. "This is a cool ass room Cal!" You said. He blushed at the nickname. "Thanks." He said in a soft voice.
You pointed to the bed. "Can I sit down?" You asked. "Yeah! Sure!" He coughed and asked himself if he sounded stupid.
You sat down and patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit. He did so, but a little far away from you.
You laughed. "I don´t bite, come closer. How am I gonna help you if you´re all the way over there?" Calum smiled and scooted closer to you. The mere touch of your legs together was making him hard.
He looked into your eyes. You´ve never really realized how beautiful he was. His glasses framed his face perfectly, and his fluffy black hair sat just in the right way.
You both looked away quickly.
You coughed. "So, what can I help you with, Calum Hood?" You asked him. "Um, I was just having some trouble understanding this topic." He pointed to a word on the textbook.
As you started to explain it to him, your words started becoming muffled, he could not pay attention. The way your lips moved were making him go crazy, and that low cut top you were wearing just made it worse.
"So, you understand?" You said this, breaking Calum out of his trance. "Um, yeah, totally." He said, still looking a little dazed. You laughed, and teased him. "Oh yeah, so repeat what I said!" You said, touching his shoulder.
He grabbed your face with his two hands and gave you a kiss. You opened your eyes. "Fuck y/n. i´m so sorry, um, I shouldn´t have..." You smiled. "That was embarassing, i´m sorry." He continued.
You said nothing, but started straddling while he was sitting down, taking off his glasses you said "You´re cute, you know that?" His jaw dropped, and he started blushing, looking at you with those adorable brown eyes.
You grabbed his face with your hand and your tongues started intertwining. You laid him down on the bed, putting your book on the floor, going on top of him.
His heart was racing. "y/n, i´ve never done this before..." he cooed on your neck. "It´s okay Cal, let me make you feel good."
You took off your shirt and your bra. His jaw dropped, this was better than anything he could ever imagine. "You´re so beautiful..." He said.
You started to unzip his jeans, and pull them off, and traced your hands through his boxers, feeling his cock twitch in your hands. He adjusted his hips, whining.
He was already sweating. You took off his boxers and put your mouth on his tip. He tried to push himself into your mouth. "Easy there, we still have time." You told him. You started licking, and bobbing your head up and down.
He put his fingers through your hair, squirming, and throwing his head back. "Fuck, y/n." He breathed. You stopped, "Does that feel good Cal?" You continued. "So fucking good..." He said, while breathing hard.
You licked all the way up his torso. "Do you wanna fuck me Cal?" You asked. "Wanna eat you out first..." He said, breathing heavily. You smiled "Wow, didn´t expect that."
It was your turn to lay down. "You wanna make me feel good?" You asked and he nodded.
He unzipped your pants and quickly took off your underwear. His lips made contact with your wet cunt, he started licking and kissing, like he was starved. "Fuck..." You said while his toungue rubbed circles on your clit.
"I´m about to cum..." You said. He said nothing, but just kept on going. You finally released yourself on his toungue, your pussy throbbing.
He resurfaced and kissed you with your own fluids.
"You got a condom?" You asked. He said yes, and went to his nightstand and ripped one open. You smiled at him. "Well, it was bound to happen." He laughed.
You helped him put on the condom. He was still rock hard. He slid inside you, you both gasping at the sensation. He pumped in and out, and you were relaxing into his rythym.
You felt that familiar feeling inside you, and so did Calum. "y/n, I´m close.." He said, in deep breaths. "Cum for me Cal." You said, he finally realeased inside of you, and you cumming all over his dick.
Calum rested his head on your neck, you both panting. He kissed your forehead, looked at you and smiled.
He rolled over, took off the condom and discarded it in a little trashcan he kept next to his bed, he laid next to you.
"Damn, Cal, never knew you had it in you." You giggled.
"Yeah, to be honest, me neither!" He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.
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goofyahhcats · 7 months
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Hold the Line
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Rating: E
Re5!Chris Redfield / Gn!AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Smut, Angst if you squint, Injury, Violence (not related to smut), p in v action, Gn reader, reader is afab, reader usually wears a bra, use of sweetheart, baby, etc.
Summary: After being injured in the battle against Albert Wesker, you find yourself making stupid decisions. How can you face Chris after what you've done? He seems to be avoiding you. Then again, who wants to get chewed out by their coworkers? You can't help but notice a glint in his eye. It's just your imagination, right?
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Took some creative liberties with the end of/post re5 ignore that
Burning alive inside of a fiery volcano was not exactly your preferred way to go. The heat and smoke had forced their way inside of your throat hours ago, leaving you teary-eyed and gasping for air. Your eyes, open wide and wild with panic passing back and forth between the rocky landscape and the red and bubbling abyss. You watched in horror as the thing that was once your Captain writhed and screamed as he flung one of his many-tentacled appendages toward you. Scrambling in the other direction, you sprinted towards any open path that wasn’t obscured by lava or crumbling to pieces. Your boots thudded over the rough terrain with an unpleasant rhythm. A stark reminder of an unfortunate tumble you had recently landing you directly on your ankle. 
You focused on keeping your breathing steady as you stumbled as fast as you could away from Wesker. Who, after tossing a quick look over your shoulder, was gaining rapidly. A mass of Uroboros shot by you, just barely missing your arm and instead making contact with the floor in front of you. Crumbling away and sizzling as it contacted the lava, the stone of the once angled slope ahead now resembled more of a solid brick wall. Your steps slowed and came to a shaky stop as you stared unblinking at the end of the path. Horrified, you cringed as you heard Wesker’s maniacal laughter seeping between the loud bubbling of the active volcano. 
You turned, horrified, as he inched closer and closer towards you. His face wore a grin of satisfaction. Bright red and cat-like eyes alight with the fire of the hunt. Suddenly, his eyes locked somewhere above your head. His grin faded into a snarl as you heard a deep and loud voice scream your name.
“Grab on!” Chris’ large hand extended into view as you whipped around, jumping and gripping him as hard as you could. He almost effortlessly lifted you onto the ledge you had been trying to reach. Biceps and shoulders turning and flexing as he shoved you behind him. 
“Go! Now!”
Chris lets a few bullets fly from over his shoulder as a strong hand finds the small of your back and pushes you forward and away from the amalgamation that once was Albert Wesker. 
“We gotta get out of here!” Chris called, pulling you behind a boulder to avoid another attack from Wesker.
You stumbled, catching the side of the rockface to hold yourself up. You felt a hot and searing pain flare up from the base of your leg. Shit.
Chris noticed your pained expression, “Hey, what’s wrong?” A gloved hand reached your shoulder, turning your upper body to face him.
“It’s my ankle,” you grimaced, “Twisted it earlier when I was running.”
Chris’ eyes flooded with concern, “Shit, can you walk?”
You tentatively placed your foot down and put a bit of weight on it. The searing pain returned and you quickly withdrew your foot.
“It’s no good,” you rasp, shaking your head.
“Here, I’ll carry you,” Chris rumbled as he reached his hands under your shoulders and legs. You protested slightly but quickly shut your mouth as Chris took off in the direction of another alcove. You heard Wesker shriek as Sheva bombarded him with a barrage of bullets. Chris tucked behind the rocks and looked around, leaning against the wall for support. His breathing was hot, ghosting across your face in waves in time with the rise and fall of his chest. Sweat beaded over his forehead as he watched Sheva duel with Wesker. 
“The helicopter should be here soon,” he mumbles, eyebrows knit in thought and frustration.
“Just leave me here,” you look up at him sympathetically, “I’m no use to you two down there if I can’t even walk.”
“No. Absolutely not.” Chris’ dark eyes hold contact with yours. The steadiness of his voice surprises you. This was the Chris Redfield you knew.
“But-”
“No!” Chris yells. You feel his hands tighten and release around your sides as the spark of anger in his eyes slowly fades away. “I’m not losing another one.” His voice is once again steady, But his eyes betray his stoic expression. Tired, sad, and angry. For a brief moment, his eyes flood you with an emotion so intense you can hardly think straight. You feel warm inside, and you smile gently.
“I’m good with a rifle. Tell Jill to pick me up,” you hold his gaze as he drops his head, screwing his eyes shut and letting out a shuddering sigh. 
“I can’t let you do that,” he looks back down at you.
Suddenly, you are lifted into the air again. Chris pants as he brings his legs up to speed again, running across the volcano. Wesker and Sheva come into view. You breathe out gratefully that your friend is still alive. You feel Chris’ breath hitch as the full scene is revealed, however. Wesker has Sheva’s neck in a tentacled grasp. Her legs kick as she squirms in an attempt to fight back. You hear her gasp for air and struggle to breathe. Wesker smirks psychotically at her weak display of resistance.
“Chris-”
“I know!” His eyebrows are tightly knit, and he looks down at you and back up at Sheva. Taking initiative, you wrestle yourself out of his grip. 
“No,” Chris starts but returns his gaze to Sheva as Wesker drops her to the floor, laughing as he cages her in between him and the lava.
He looks back at you, surprised to find your eyes filled with cold hard determination. Your rifle was positioned in your hands.
“Go,” you state. Nodding towards Sheva, “I’ll be ok. Help her.”
A moment's hesitation, but you see his eyes harden again, “Alright. I trust you.”He turns away. 
Suddenly, you are overcome with a rush of emotions. Worry. Want. Need. Before you know it, you are hobbling on one leg and grabbing at his bicep for support. Chris stares at you, bewildered, before you drag his head forward by the vest. Your lips meet for a brief moment. Seconds, maybe. His arm cards through your hair and he holds you close. You feel that warm feeling spread through your body again before it is ripped away as you pull from the kiss.
“In case we don’t see each other again,” your expression is somber,  patting him roughly on the shoulder and giving him a slight push in the right direction. He takes two staggering steps forward, looking back at you before his expression tightens. He nods and charges off towards Sheva and Wesker.
The rest of the night is a blur. Jill arrives in the helicopter, just in the nick of time. They swing over to retrieve you, and you watch as Chris and Sheva blast Wesker to pieces. You all sit back as the helicopter flies away, the volcano retreating into the distance. The ride is silent, but you occasionally can feel Chris’ hot gaze on your back. Your hands brush his as you exit the helicopter back on base. 
You don’t talk to Chris for a whole month. You had been too engrossed in your medical status - doctors confirming that you had fractured your ankle - and had been bedridden for weeks. Your hospital had denied you visitation, instead putting you in trauma counseling. You didn’t need the therapy, this was the fault of the BSAA’s shitty cover story, claiming that a violent house fire caused you to fall a few flights of stairs, losing all of your roommates and extended family in the process. Those roommates and extended family were covers for the deaths of the other members of Bravo and Delta Team, who had lost their lives in battle. Of course, the BSAA only told this story to the general masses and the hospital. The details - although as vague as possible - were disclosed to the families of the deceased. After your counseling, you endured a few more weeks of physical therapy and were now happily on your own two feet once again. 
You reentered the BSAA headquarters for the first time in what seemed to be forever and were greeted by many astonished coworkers. You smiled and waved, giving gratitude towards all of the well wishes that you received. In reality, you had been scanning the crowd for a familiar face and a brown tuft of hair. You couldn’t find Chris anywhere.
You became a bit frantic, eyes looking from face to face to no avail. At some point, you excused yourself and rushed through the compound. Twisting and turning through the corridors, you eventually come face to face with a strong wooden door. The engraving read, ‘C. REDFIELD’. You raised your fist and knocked one, twice, three times, before you heard a muffled, “Coming,” and some shuffling from within.
You took in his figure when he opened the door. Once broad and proud shoulders tired and hunched. His arms remained built and impressive, but you could feel the weight they carried as they dangled loosely by his sides. His face was scruffy as if he hadn’t shaved in a while. Although you silently admitted it was a good look for him. His hair was considerably longer, and the quiff in front no longer stood at attention and instead lay half up half down in a feeble attempt. He had heavy eyebags, which encircled his thick eyelashes and lidded gaze. 
“Chris,” you shift on your feet nervously, unsure of whether to run away or wrap your arms around him. 
A low mumble of your name cascades between his lips. His right arm twitches upward as if to touch you, grab you, hold you close, but then slowly returns to its initial position. 
You stand in silence for a few moments, taking each other in with thousand-yard stares. A spark of something, you aren’t sure what exactly, fills Chris’ eyes. He takes a step back. Gesturing to his office, “Come in.”
You walk in and take in the familiar surroundings. This is not the first time you’ve been inside of his office. He always kept it surprisingly tidy, but it always had a comfortable and lived-in feeling to it. However, now you notice trash on the ground. Cups upon cups of coffee are scattered about. On the desk, on the floor, and in the trash can. 
Chris takes a seat in his desk chair and you sit on one of the two chairs facing his desk. The quiet was deafening. Chris rummaged through his desk, avoiding your gaze. You open your mouth to speak, say anything to break the silence that was hanging over the two of you like a wet blanket. Chris beat you to it, haphazardly tossing a wad of papers into your lap.
“Need you to file a mission report,” he was speaking in his professional voice. His inflection read This is strictly business, nothing more. You picked up the papers and flipped through them. Nothing caught your eye. You raised your head to find that Chris was already looking at you. His eyes bore into yours as if he was searching for something. You nod, going to stand, to leave, to get away from the warm blossoming feeling. He doesn’t protest. Your hand reaches the doorknob before you are halted by his voice, gravelly and tired.
“What was that?”
You turn to face him, “What?”
“Wesker. The volcano. You know what I’m talking about.” Chris’ eyes catch yours once again.
Oh. 
You are flooded again with that familiar feeling. You hate it. His lips had felt so tender, so soft. You felt the need to run to him. Wrap your arms around him, and tell him everything is going to be alright.
“What about it do you want to know?” your voice is quiet, feeling almost cornered by his gaze.
Chris sighs and drags his hand over his face. His eyes break contact and stare at the ceiling.
“We need to talk,” he mumbles.
“About-”
“Everything.” his voice rises slightly, and he stands up. He makes his way towards you and halts. You can feel your heartbeat thundering in your ears. He was so close. You could practically count each scar and blemish that decorated his upper body. You longed to trace your fingers over them. To soothe the aches that he must be feeling.
Chris’ hand reaches over yours, and clasps around your right hand, still resting on the doorknob. You tense up as Chris gently turns the handle and pushes the door open. The knob swings away, but his hand remains on yours.
“Meet me at my place tonight,” his hand slowly retracts, as if he just now realized what he had done. 
“We need to talk,” he repeats.
You nod in reply, your throat too dry and your voice too shaky to respond. You stay staring at him for a moment, before turning and leaving his office. 
You finish your BSAA duties quickly, rushing home and almost stumbling on your way to the shower to clean yourself up. Only once you had finished getting dressed and were slipping on your shoes did the reality of the situation hit you. Your rushed movements slowed as the anxiety set in. You felt the pit at the bottom of your stomach only grow as your car neared Chris’ apartment building. You made your way up the stairs, practically sick with the idea of actually confronting your feelings.
You raised a fist and knocked only once at his door before it opened. Inside stood the same Chris that you had met this morning, only now in a comfortable white shirt and gray sweatpants. He steps backward, and you walk in as he shuts the door behind you. You look around his modest but homey apartment. 
Just like his office, you reminisce. Smiling slightly to yourself as you walked further into the simple living room. Chris takes a few long strides to his couch and sits down. He takes a beer he seems to have placed on the table previously and cracks it open. As you sit, you notice he had put out one for you too. You take it graciously and take a sip.
Chris turns to you, “So, about what happened-”
“I am so sorry Chris. I overstepped. I really shouldn’t have let my feelings get in the way of work, I-”
“Stop.” Chris gently rests a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
“No! But, it was so unprofessional of me..!” your hands flail about as you talk,  words tumbling from your mouth as the coil inside of you unravels faster than you could keep up, “Sheva could have died and I- I was just being… selfish,” You exhale at that last word and look up into Chris’ dark eyes. For the first time in months, weeks, or years, you see a smile spread across his face. It crinkles the corners of his eyes up, and you feel as though you will never see anything as beautiful ever again. 
“Sweetheart,” it falls gracefully between his lips as he talks, the other hand coming up to brush a knuckle along your jawline, You feel your face heat up.
“Chris, listen-”
Chris shuts you up by pressing his lips against yours. You let out a muffled squeak in response. It was all passion, Want. Need. His arms wrapped themselves tightly around you and you reciprocated. Fingers finding their way into his hair, alternating between stroking and pulling. He groaned into your mouth and swiped his tongue across your lips. You obliged. His tongue buried against yours as you suddenly found yourself leaning back against the cushions. 
The warm feeling is everywhere. Hot and heavy. But this time, you didn’t want to back down. You needed more.
One of your hands took a detour from his hair and began exploring his expanses of muscle. His biceps flexed on instinct as you came into contact with them. You traced up and down the curve of his elbow as he kissed you harder.
He broke away for air for only a split second before diving into you again. You felt and heard him audibly shudder as your wandering hand found the edge of his shirt. He broke away, face flushed.
“Are you sure?” It was quiet, almost difficult to hear. You nodded.
Chris cupped your face with his hand, “Need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” you whispered, wetness pooling in your pants as he quickly pulled up his top. You were only allowed to stare for a moment before he captured your lips in his again. Instead, you opted to see with your hand, which traveled over every bump, bruise, scar, and muscle it could find. He groaned and fisted a hand in your t-shirt. You pushed his chest away and broke the kiss, hot breaths filling the silence of his living room as you fumbled with your shirt, exposing your chest to Chris.
“Fuck, no bra?” he growled against your ear as he began to grope and explore your body just as you had his.
You let out a small giggle, “Nope, didn’t feel like one today,” you gasped as he gripped onto your sides, making contact with the top of your pants.
He smirks, “Shouldn’t feel like wearing one more often, then. Fuck,” he stares down at your chest, “I’ve been missing out.”
His mouth catches yours and you pull him down flush against you. You can feel his sizeable bulge against your thigh, which only deepens the wetness pooling in your underwear.
With a surge of confidence, your hand reaches between the two of you and palms Chris through his sweatpants. He lets out a low and shuddering moan at the feeling. You fumble with his waistband before he pulls it down himself. His boxers come down with them and you are left with the feeling of his cock springing against your stomach. You swallow heavily as you stare. He was long and thick. You gripped him and stroked once experimentally. He let out a breath and hissed as you slid your thumb over the head. You slid your hands up and down his shaft before he grabbed your wrist. 
“Let me take care of you first,” he whispered. In a flash, your pants and panties had been removed, exposing your glistening cunt to the world. Chris groaned at the sight. He experimentally slid a finger between your folds. Your hips bucked upwards at the feeling, a noise escaped your lips that you didn’t know had been there.
Chris raises his finger and chuckles, “All for me?” he presses the finger to your lips. You gently allow him inside and clean him off with your tongue. He takes his finger away and returns it to your folds. One finds its way to your slit and strokes over and around the opening, while another finds your clit. Both fingers circle for a moment until you grow desperate, rocking your hips against him. 
“Chris.. don't be such a tease,” you say between each rock of your hips. Your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders. He allows you to rock for a little while. Simply admiring you with a soft look on his face.
“Chris, please,” you whine. He groans, dipping one finger inside of you. You moaned louder than you had meant to as he began to thrust his finger back and forth. The other finger rubs circles over your clit as you pull him down towards you for another kiss. He kisses you passionately, bordering on rough as you whimper into his mouth. You can feel his resolve cracking the more your tongues and lips meet. His fingers speed up until he quickly rips them away from you. He breaks the kiss, staying close to your face. His eyes burn with desire.
“Tell me you need me,” he growls low, one of his fingers returning to your folds. You start to respond but let out a choked moan as he tugs at your clit.
“Tell me you fucking need me,” Chris’ eyes flash “Because I've always needed you.”
“Fuck… Chris, I need you..! I need you right now, please just-” 
You are cut off by his cock sliding itself into you, and you moan. Your back arches up as your hands tighten over his shoulders. His lips dip down to your neck, kissing and sucking as he begins to move at a rapid pace. No slow introduction, no pacing, he needed you and he needed you now. 
Your moans bounce throughout his living room, skin on skin echoing through his apartment. You bring a hand up to his hair and pull, bringing his head up from its position at your neck. He groans at the feeling, eyes locking onto yours as he pounds into you. 
One of his hands grips the flesh of your thigh and lifts, bringing it upwards. The stretch nearly causes you to orgasm on the spot. Chris’ cock nudged that perfect spot with each thrust. 
“Fuck.. baby,” Chris rasps in your ear, his other hand holding tightly to your waist, “I'm close. I'm close… fuck.”
You moan in response, reaching down between the two of you to thumb at your clit. Chris quickly grabs your wrist, “No. Let me..” 
His calloused thumb rubs against your clit, and you can feel your pussy tightening against his cock.
“Shit, yeah sweetheart. Just like that,” Chris moans. His eyes squeeze shut and his lips meet yours quickly. He’s messy, sloppily kissing you in time with his thrusts. He drops his head and groans a chorus of Fuck’s and Shit, baby.
“Look at me. Are you close?” you meet his eyes and nod, moaning his name.
“Chris,”
“I know, baby.”
His thumb speeds up, and you spasm. Your back arches up as you cum, your legs shaking. You spill fluids all over his dick, moaning and babbling incoherently. It doesn't take long for Chris to find his end as well. You feel a hot sensation flooding between your legs as Chris empties himself into you. He gasps and groans as he thrusts into you a few more times. 
His movements halt and you both stay there, breathing heavily. You hold eye contact with him as he gently pulls out of you.
He sits back, admiring his work. He then stands and pads towards another room. You hear a sink running. He returns with a warm washcloth and wipes you down, folding the cloth over and then wiping himself off. Ever the gentle giant, he tenderly sits you up, offering you a glass of water. You lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as you gratefully sip the beverage.
Chris gently strokes your hair with one hand. You smile and nuzzle into his side. His arm wraps around you as you both sit there in silence for a few minutes.
You turn your head up to him, “Did you mean what you said? About needing me?” 
Chris sighs, a small smile falling across his features, “Yeah, I did. Did you?”
You return the smile, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.
“Yes, always.”
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arachnestardust · 11 months
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A Court of Song and Shadow: Chapter Five
 Hi, guys!
 So here’s chapter five! I hope it doesn’t disappoint (please note i was writing and editing this bitch at four am, so any mistakes too horrid to ignore, please at least forgive haha)
 I had to write some actual original dialogue for this one (the horror) so please do tell me if anything felt OOC for any of our Inner Circle hotties. I’ll appreciate any comments, though *wink wink*
Chapter Length: 4,398 Words.
(Approximate) Reading Time: 18 min
Pairing: (Eventual) Azriel x Reader, Feyre & Reader, (kinda) Rhys & Reader friendship, general inner circle friendships.
Warnings: canon typical violence, the attack in Velaris, general mentions of death, specific mention of the death of a child, panic attacks (probably), blood mention.
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The trip to Velaris, though fast, was awkward, especially the flying portion of it: Azriel was forced to carry me through the wall while Cassian carried Morrigan and Rhysand carried Feyre.
 They’d explained to me that we had to be divided according to who could winnow and who could not: Cass couldn’t while Morrigan was capable of it, which left me to my fate with Azriel, especially since I wouldn't dream of trying to separate Rhysand from Feyre while they were making googly eyes at each other.
 As soon as we materialised in the foyer of a house, a very short woman with striking eyes of molten silver stepped up to the High Lord, barely bothering with greeting the man- i wondered if she even noticed a new person was present with the group- before she took the Book and disappeared out the front door.
 I watched the space where she disappeared, a little stunned.
 “So… that was Amren,” Feyre started, linking our arms together and pulling me away from Azriel’s large hands- he’d probably been as shocked as I about Amren’s approach- towards a set of stairs while Morrigan followed our footsteps. “I’ll show you to your room.”
 At the end of a hallway we came to a heavy, dark door. Feyre gestured to it, a smile on her lips.
 I hesitated before stepping forward, a hand hovering over the handle.
 I felt Feyre and Morrigan’s impatient eagerness from behind me.
 With a deep breath, I opened the door.
 I immediately came upon a large, cream coloured bedroom with furniture made of rich, dark wood and large windows.
 I gasped at the sight of the bedroom, delighted and touched that a bedroom had been prepared for - “For me?” I questioned, turning back to the two women behind me.
 Feyre nodded, a grin forming on her lips while Mor watched us from a few steps behind her.
 I threw my arms around my best friend, squealing in delight when Feyre effortlessly lifted me off the ground. “I love it!” I told her.
 Putting me down, Feyre stepped back, smoothing down her skirts. “We’ll leave you to get settled for now. If you need anything, just call and someone will come to help.”
 I nodded, allowing her to get away and close the door behind her.
 Once I was alone, I walked through the room, taking note of the thriving city and the river that cut through the streets outside my window; the door which led to a bathroom and lastly the large chest of clothes that simply materialised in the middle of the room, just as Rhysand had promised.
 I flopped down on the plush double bed, a sudden tiredness taking a hold of my body- likely from all that had happened today. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
 When I awoke again, the sun was already setting over the horizon and as I stepped towards the window to watch the spectacle of it, a knock on my door caught my attention. “Come in.”
 A tall Fae woman came in- though I started questioning if describing any of the Fae as tall was in any way accurate, seeing as most of the ones I'd met until now towered over me.
 I shook my head, forcing myself to gather my thoughts and look back at the woman: she had black hair and skin, and her grey eyes were so dark I could have thought them to be voids.
 This woman looked like a living shadow- and I would have confused her for one, if not for her gold accented clothes, which provided a beautiful contrast to her otherwise dark palette.
 “Hello…” I started uncertainly.
 “Hello,” She responded with the smallest of smiles. “I am Nuala. I’m here to take you down for dinner.”
 I nodded, muttering words of gratitude to her.
 Nuala led me out the door, down the staircase we’d come from earlier and towards a dining room where all of the Inner Circle- with the exception of Amren- were already seated and waiting for me.
 “Good evening.” I spoke lowly, not wanting to disturb the cosy atmosphere of the room.
 Multiple voices answered me.
 Cassian quickly patted the back of the empty chair next to him, his twinkling gaze and waggling eyebrows not giving me any other sitting options, though there were a couple of other chairs available.
 Chuckles floated around the table as I happily sat down next to my new friend.
  The food simply appeared on the table with a gesture from Rhysand and through my awe I watched as everyone started plating their preferred foods, so I proceeded to do the same without questioning the magic of it all.
 We’d all been eating in silence for a few moments when Cassian set his cutlery down, turning to me amicably. “I’ve been thinking,” he drawled, catching the attention of everyone else at the table. “That we should start training you as soon as possible.”
 Training?
 Feyre also set her cutlery down. “No.” she told the tall man primly but firmly.
 I turned to her thankfully, watching as confusion echoed on the faces of all of the people sitting with us.
 “No?” Cassian asked, no challenge colouring his voice.
 “They came here to protect themselves from this war; there’s no reason for them to learn to fight; besides… they don’t enjoy conflict.” Feyre shrugged.
 Cassian turned towards me, wanting to hear my opinion before deferring to Feyre orders.
 “Feyre’s right,” I told everyone. “I don’t like hurting others… When I used to hunt with Feyre, I'd cry every time I killed an animal.” I scoffed at my own childishness, my cheeks feeling hot.
 My grandma had always said it was a beautiful thing: to feel others pain so deeply that i couldn’t stand to hurt them, but it didn’t feel like it as i sat there, awkwardly admitting to this group of trained warriors that i was too weak to kill someone, even with a war looming over us.
 “You aren’t weak.” Rhysand chastised me sharply, his voice grave. “Kindness is never a weakness.”
 What?
 Rhysand’s lips quivered nervously as he avoided my gaze for a few seconds, then his eyes turned in my direction. “We didn’t tell you this before,” he smiled at me and I could feel the tension in the air at whatever he was about to tell me. “But I am what is known as Daemati.” As soon as my face started to twist in confusion, he explained it. “It means I can read minds.”
 Oh.
Oh no.
 This was a disaster, I decided; I should have stayed in the Archeron estate, after all. It would be infinitely less humiliating than what I was sure this conversation was about to turn into.
 Would he reprimand me about all the sass and insults I'd thought about him up until this point? Was he mad about them?
 Rhysand laughed and if he were anyone else, I'm sure that it would have been a cackle. “No, no, you needn’t worry about that. Although…” he paused, tilting his head in thought, “while your thoughts are quite amusing, i do think we should train your mental shields as soon as possible, seeing as your thoughts are very… loud.”
 Mental shields?
 Rhysand continued. “I actually think you might have the loudest thoughts I've ever encountered; sometimes it hurts to hear them. A less experienced daemati might have winced when hearing you for the first time.” He chuckled. “But aside from all that, you may call me Rhys; it’s quite strange to constantly be referred to as ‘Rhysand’ or ‘High Lord’, especially by one of my friends.”
 “Okay.” I responded, my voice coming out reedy with the embarrassment I was still feeling.
 The table fell into silence once more as they all allowed me to process the information I'd just been presented with.
 “I don’t want to hurt people,” I started, staring at the wood of the table, memorising its pattern to avoid looking anyone in the eyes. I knew what role I'd like to take in this war though. “But I'd like to train with your healers.”
 My words made all eyes around the room snap to me, I could feel the intensity of their gazes.
 “I know I don't have magic to heal… but my mom always told me that in a combat situation, a tourniquet can be the difference between life and death… she’s never had the time to teach me what little medical training she’s learned.” I took a deep breath, forcing myself to meet Rhys’s eyes as I repeated: “I’d like to train with your healers.”
 A loaded silence passed between us before the High Lord- my High Lord now, I realised- gave a single nod, his gaze never leaving mine.
 “Okay.” I breathed out nervously.
 The next day started what would be my training regimen: learning to shield my mind with either Rhys or Feyre- who was also a Daemati, apparently- early in the morning, then watching Feyre train with Cassian. Later in the day I was introduced to Madja, Rhys’ most trusted healer, who, in turn, introduced me to Leigh.
 Leigh was, like most Fae, tall- taller than Azriel, which up until now had seemed like a feat impossible to achieve- and I could have mistaken him for a tree had he not been moving around the room.
 Leigh was a physical healer: he had no healing magic to speak of and because of that, his area of expertise tended towards the rehabilitation of the wounded rather than the act of healing itself, but he was the most knowledgeable Fae around to learn from as a magicless human.
 I spent the day following him around as he worked with injured Fae, telling me all about muscles, bones, cartilage, organs, veins, capillaries- and how they differed from veins- while also explaining all of their functions and expecting me to actually memorise them as fast as he spoke.
 I’d have to find books on the matter if i wanted to keep up the Leigh at all.
 I was dizzy by the end of the day, my head spinning around in circles.
 Feyre walked me home at the end of the day, and I went straight to bed instead of eating dinner with the inner circle, too tired to even think of food.
 On my third day in Velaris, Rhys and Mor had to go to Hewn City, which Feyre explained to me was the official seat of power of the Night Court, as far as any of the other courts were aware.
 With both Rhys and Morrigan gone, the two Illyrian warriors had shown up to better plan the inner circle’s infiltration of Hybern.
 They stayed for dinner, bringing out a bottle of wine that was likely older than my great-grandmother to celebrate Feyre’s mating with Rhysand- which, Cass explained to me, was a rare happening and when a mating bond ‘snapped’ was an occasion to be remembered and celebrated.
 It was a good time, except they stayed over to sleep in the townhouse after that.
 During breakfast, while Azriel and Cassian discussed their plans for the day, I leaned towards Feyre. “They do know we don’t need… bodyguards, right?” I nodded to the pair of men- males, I corrected myself. “Like… the city and the house are… warded, right?”
 Feyre chuckled, speaking lowly. “Yes. But Rhys tells me they have natural ‘protective instincts’.” She rolled her eyes, increasing her voice to a loud whisper, clearly meaning to be heard by the two males. “He also said that if we kick them out, they’ll just camp out on the roof.”
 Cassian gasped in mock offence.
 I choked on my tea when laughter forced itself through my lips.
 Feyre moved to pat my back while Cass and Azriel observed, probably watching to make sure I didn't end up dead under their watch, or something of the like.
 I’d have rolled my eyes if I wasn't fighting to get my breath back.
 After breakfast, Feyre and Cassian walked me down to the halls of healing, where Leigh was already hard at work- but had no trouble chastising me for my supposed tardiness.
 It was sometime in the afternoon when there was a shift in the air, all of the Fae around me freezing in place for a few seconds and the sudden tension nearly choked me before all movement resumed, much more frantic and anxious this time around.
 I looked around in confusion.
 “What’s happening?” I asked a Fae that was passing, Leigh long gone from beside me at this point.
 “The city’s being attacked.” The Faerie responded before walking away in a hurry.
 My whole body froze for a few seconds, but once I had some control of my limbs back, I crouched, in the middle of the main hall, holding my head in my hands as I tried to think through the panic and fear that the simple phrase had ignited in my chest.
 Through all the thoughts running around in my head, one stood out: I have to find Feyre.
 That was the thought that had me rising to my feet, walking to the door on shaky legs and in the panic and confusion of everything happening, no one noticed or stopped me.
 The streets outside were chaos: there were Fae screaming and running to find shelter, there were buildings destroyed and high above us all in the sky i spotted Azriel and Cassian they fought- fought awful, terrifying creatures: gray skinned, with long limbs and serpentine snouts, their snarls showing off pointed, razor sharp teeth; i could think of no name for the beings above us, but demons seemed an apt description.
 The demons attacked people indiscriminately and I knew I would be one of their victims soon if I stayed where I was, so I forced my legs to start running through the horror and the chaos.
 I was near the bridge that led to what Feyre had called ‘The Rainbow’ when a scream made me halt in my path.
 A child.
 I could- I could not leave a child alone to- to die here; i would not.
 I halted, looking around.
 There, at the entrance to a cosy looking townhouse, one of the creatures was advancing towards a little girl. Before I could actually allow myself to start thinking about it, I had already picked up a rock and chucked it at the awful thing, managing to hit the back of its head perfectly.
 “Hey, ugly!” I shouted.
 It turned, setting its hateful gaze on me. It hissed but behind it, a Fae man ran past, snatching the little girl from the street and running towards one of the buildings.
 A full body shiver passed through my body, a warning, and then I was running.
 I forced myself not to look back as I heard the creature’s wings start flapping when it took to the sky to follow me.
 I fought down a sob as I started to despair, doubting I could outrun it, but still I tried, through streets and rubble, I ran.
 Until the flapping of wings ceased and a pained screech rang out from behind me.
 I glanced over my shoulder, and there he was. Azriel.
 I stopped, taking him in.
 He was kneeling over the creature, his dagger stabbed into its throat as it uselessly tried to take in gulps of air, but his eyes were glued onto me, the brown at the centre of his irises seeming to glow amber in the light. The snarl on his lips would have been frightening, if i didn’t know he’d just killed a creature to save my life. 
 Azriel rose to his feet slowly, almost languidly, his form towering over mine as he approached, his eyes roaming over my body in search of injuries. I noted that his scarred hands twitched at his sides.
 “Get to the house.” Azriel ordered in a hiss.
 “Feyre,” I said, keeping eye contact with him. “Where’s Feyre?”
 “She’s fine. Safer than you are out here.”
 “Where’s Feyre?” I insisted.
 Azriel scowled, his voice coming out in a frustrated drawl. “...The Rainbow. She’s defending the Rainbow.”
 I turned in the direction of the artist’s quarter.
 “Get,” Azriel stepped closer. “To,” his hands gripped my jaw, forcing my eyes towards his burning ones. “The house.”
“No.” I glared into his eyes, scowling. “I’m going to find Feyre.”
 He exhaled a frustrated breath through his nose and for a second I thought he was going to pick me right up and force me to the house, but the noises of approaching wings grabbed his attention.
 “The house. Go.” He growled before taking off into the sky.
 And go I did; just not to the Townhouse.
 I ran to the Rainbow, thanking my luck for not running into any of Hybern’s creatures or their soldiers on the way.
 Once I reached the artist’s quarter, I halted as I spotted Feyre: she was fighting, with watery wolves running alongside her and attacking the creatures near the ground while birds of prey- made of water, too- attacked the ones hovering higher up. She didn’t need my help.
 But that didn’t mean I couldn't help at all.
 Looking around, I noticed a Fae male on one end of the street. He was trying to force his way into one of the buildings, kicking and punching the door in his frustration while voices cried out in fear from the inside.
 Deciding that my previous strategy had worked well enough for me, I picked a rock and threw at the brute, missing him by a couple of inches, but he still turned his attention towards me with a cruel smile on his lips.
 I turned and ran for Feyre.
 “Hey!” I shouted as I approached my friend. “In- incoming!”
 Feyre startled as I ran past her, but adjusted well enough, turning her attention to the direction I'd come from; the male behind me having not noticed her in his focus to get to me.
 His mistake.
 The male never stood a chance against Feyre’s wolves.
 I repeated my strategy a couple more times before coming across a male sprawled out on the middle of a street, a bruise forming on his head. He was alive, I found, after checking his pulse.
 I looked around, trying to spot any of the enemy soldiers, and, upon finding none, I moved towards the man- male, hauling him up from under his arms with great difficulty and slowly dragging him towards one of the buildings where I could see people watching the chaos through the window.
 When I got to the door, I collapsed onto my butt, my back slamming loudly- but not painfully- against the wood. The limp Fae I had been carrying fell between my legs as I twisted my torso around, pounding against the door with a closed fist.
 “Help!” I begged the people inside.
 The door opened, the Fae picking the male up from my arms and trying to pull me along inside.
 “No. No!” I told them, fighting their hands and arms off.
 When they finally let me go, choosing to blockade the house lest they put themselves in more danger trying to force me to do something I clearly wasn’t willing to, I started running again.
 I begged the Mother- the Mother, because she was the only deity I knew of, and I only did thanks to the Fae- to lead me to others that needed my help. I begged her to let me find others to help them the way I'd like to be helped.
 Perhaps the Mother was listening to my prayers, because I came across another one: a fae woman, slumped against the entrance of an alleyway, crying, with her ankle twisted at an unnatural angle. She kept trying to get up, but falling back down in pain.
 I ran to her.
 “Hi.” I whispered when I skidded to my knees in front of her, probably skinning them in the process. I felt no pain.
 “Hi.” She whispered right back in a strangely tiny and calm voice. Maybe in shock… Leigh had told me about it, what it could do to people.
 I told her my name, surprising even myself by shaking her hand. “I’m here to try and help you. Put your arm around my shoulders; we’ll try and get you up.”
 She nodded, following my instructions. “I’m Besiana.” she told me and soon we were hobbling down the street, looking for somewhere to shelter her.
 A door opened to our left as we approached, the occupants gesturing us to approach and we started in their direction, as fast as we could with Besiana’s injury.
 I left her there.
 I was helping another Fae find shelter when a shriek unlike any of the others drew my attention to the sky and we both froze to turn our gazes up, up, up to where one of the monsters was plummeting to the earth with someone grappled onto their back.
 Wait… was that Feyre? What was she doing?
 The pair got closer and closer to the ground at an alarming speed and my heart dropped along with them.
 And then they disappeared behind the tall buildings between us.
 Panic gripped me; I wanted to run to the street where I assumed the pair had dropped, but I had to help the person holding onto me.
 “Let’s go.” I wheezed, choking back a sob but not able to hold back the desperate tears that streamed down my face as surely as the Sidra streamed through Velaris.
 As soon as i’d found a shelter for the Fae i’d been helping, i found myself running through streets and alleyways, doing my best to find a path to my Feyre, to make sure she was alright, for surely if she’d died, i’d have felt it, like i felt it when she had… Under the Mountain.
 I skidded to a stop when I spotted the forms of Rhys and Feyre standing in the middle of the street, hugging tightly.
 My knees turned to jelly at the sight, the relief of seeing the person I cared the most about alive and okay completely encompassing my body as i sobbed but didn’t try to catch their attention; knowing they needed each other right now.
 “Velaris is secure,” Rhysand spoke in the late hours of the night. “The wards the Cauldron took out have been remade.”
 None of us had stopped to rest until very recently. We’d worked for hours, along with every citizen of the city, to locate survivors, heal them, to find and coordinate shelters for the ones that had been left without. Now we were all gathered in the townhouse’s living room while the clock chimed three in the morning.
 Rhys was- impressively, with how tired i was sure we all were- still standing as he leaned heavily against the mantelpiece of the sitting room. Feyre was lying near bonelessly on the couch beside Mor while I leaned against both of their legs, the only things keeping my upper body upright at this point.
 We were all covered in blood and i’d given a brief thought about staining the carpets and furniture before deciding i had no fucks left to give about such matters right now and plopping down on the ground and leaning against my friends.
 Cassian was sprawled out in a large armchair made to accommodate wings; his face was battered but already healing- much faster than a human- and his eyes were practically glowing with his barely contained rage.
 Leaning against Azriel in the couch across from us, Amren didn’t seem too better off, her skin pale as snow and her clothes hanging off her body in strips while the Illyrian male alternated between sending alarmed glances her way and infuriated glares in my direction. 
 Was he seriously going to hold a grudge? I ignored his hostile gaze.
 I noted that the stones that both of the Illyrian warriors always wore weren’t shining like they usually did.
 As i’d helped people across the city get to the healing halls after the attack, i’d come across far too many bodies and i’d weeped for each and every one of them, but despair always gripped me the hardest when i came across the small ones; the tiny hands and empty eyes would have made me throw up every time, if i’d had anything in my body to give. As it stood, I could only move on, taking note of their locations to pass onto others.
 I didn't have the heart to help with those duties.
 I tried to lift my suddenly unfocused gaze from the carpet and my friend’s feet- when had my had fallen forward? 
 I tried to tell them all that I was very tired and was heading to bed, but my body followed none of my instructions and remained unmoving.
 “Velaris might be secure,” Cass replied, not even lifting his head from where it rested on the back of the chair, perhaps too tired from even such a small movement, like myself. “But for how long? Hybern knows about this place, thanks to those wyrm-queens. Who else will they sell the information to? How long until the other courts come sniffing? Or Hybern uses that Cauldron again to take down our defences?”
 “If we all go to Hybern to destroy the Cauldron… who will defend the city?” Feyre’s voice cut through the silence that Cass’ question had created.
 More silence.
 I continued watching the carpet.
 “I’ll stay.” Amren said. “If Rhys must go to Hybern, then I am the only one of you who might hold the city until help arrives. Today was a surprise. A bad one. When you leave, we will be better prepared. The new wards we build today will not fall so easily.”
 Mor sighed. “So what do we do now?” her voice cracked.
 “We sleep. We eat.” Amren answered simply.
 “And then we retaliate.” Azriel added, his voice raw with the rage he’d unleashed during the battle.
 I had to be carried to bed, in the end, though I didn't see who was the one to do it, as I was basically asleep by then.
 Perhaps as a small mercy from the Mother, I had no dreams or nightmares that night.
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Steddie Stardust AU thoughts
Steve is sweet, unworldly Tristan, son of an adventurous young man and an enslaved princess. Eddie is the fallen star Yvaine, knocked from his astral perch by a flying magical, royal pendant.
hHaving promised the girl of his dreams, Nancy, that he’d cross the mystical wall into another world and bring her back the star they watched plummet from the sky, Steve uses the portal candle his mother left nestled in the basket she sent him to his father in to travel to wherever the star touched ground. Steve is initially confused to find a man lying clumsily in a crater, but overjoyed when Eddie clarifies, rather impatiently, that he is the star, and that he’s very much not on board with being presented as a birthday gift for Nancy. Steve manages to convince a very grumbly, bitchy Eddie to accompany him back to Hawkins for Nancy’s birthday before letting him return to the sky with the last use of the portal candle.
And Eddie never intended to to fall in love with Steve’s bumbling charm and effortless romanticism, but fall he does, and this time the descent is even more disconcerting that the last. He sees Steve’s clear admiration for Nancy, and finds himself imagining himself at the center of Steve’s attention. Meanwhile, Steve is set on returning to prove to Nancy that his love is purer than that of Jonathan, who’s rumoured to have travelled across the county to buy her a ring. He’s so single-mindedly focused on Nancy that at first he doesn’t notice the faint glow that begins to surround Eddie - it’s just a shimmer at first, until he quite literally lights up a room when he walks into it.
It sneaks up on Steve, that light, his eyes becoming accustomed to it until the illumination is near-blinding. Yet, Steve can’t look away. He is, in a word, bewitched. All thoughts of Nancy fade, and Steve finally sees his infatuation for what it was: just that.
Enter Vecna as Lamia (the witch) hunting Eddie down for the power he contains, and the party being the princes fighting each other (non fatally, of course) for the throne of Stormhold, chasing down the pendant that had originally knocked Eddie from the sky.
The three paths converge as Steve realises his feelings, with Vecna capturing Eddie and Max reaching the peak of her search for the pendant. It’s up to Steve, with the help of the recently-found mother he never knew, to save Eddie from Vecna’s clutches.
Also Murray as Captain Shakespeare.
Like the dialogue just translates effortlessly…
Eddie: “You have a Babylon Candle?!” Steve: “Y- Yeah, I have a bubbling candle.” Eddie: “Babylon Candle.” Steve: “Babylon Candle yeah that’s what I said.”
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Garden of Glass | Syverson One Shot
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Summary: Was Sy keeping secrets just like the rest?  He was about to find out that you’re not a doormat.  
Captain Syverson x Reader (written inclusively) 
Word Count: 1902
Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI.  Smut, Swearing, minor mention of blood, fingering, orgasm, praise 
“What’s gotten you so hot under the collar?” he asks in his southern drawl, exasperation beginning to creep in slightly as he follows you down the hall and into the bedroom.  
“FUCK OFF!” you screech, hurling the nearest pillow at his head.  He dodges it deftly and it thumps the wall behind him.  “I KNOW ABOUT HER” you say with a finger pointed at him accusingly before walking into your closet to peel the shirt and shorts from your body and put on your robe.  You cinch it tightly around your waist and spin on your heel to leave the room.
His hulking form is blocking the doorway, back leaned against the frame and arms crossed over his chest.  
“Move,” you say to his chest, refusing to meet his eye.  
“Sugar” 
"MOVE” you demand, nostrils flared as you give him a small shove with your hands to his crossed forearms.  He moves like an oak tree - a slight sway but his feet remain planted.  You suck cooling air into your nostrils before giving him a kick to the shins -- just enough to knock him off guard.  
“Jesus Christ woman,” he says, hunching over to rub his shins.  Truthfully, it hurt your toe more than it hurt his shins but you couldn’t let him know that.  You used the moment to push past his hunched form and stomp down the hallway to the kitchen.  You make a show of clanking around the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher and ignoring his calls.  
He rounds the corner to the kitchen, a picture of patience and calm, and asks “Are ya gonna let me explain or do I need to get my shin guards?” 
You continue your silent campaign, reaching high on tip toes to stack the clean ceramic bowls into the cabinet.  You teeter slightly -- why was this shelf so fucking high anyway?! -- when you feel him take the bowls and place them easily on the shelf.  “I don’t want your help” you snip.  You slam the glassware onto the shelf wantonly, the items rattling each time.  A stemless wine glass cracks clean down the middle, small shards flying off and the cut glass piercing your skin.  “Fuck,” you mutter to yourself. 
“Alright now quit it,” he says, his patient restraint gone and replaced with a cocktail of annoyance and concern.  He strides to you, reaching for your hand.  
“Oh fuck off, I’m fine,” you say, yanking your hand from his grasp and sucking on the bleeding gash.  
“That’s enough.  You’re gonna let me take a look now,” he orders, the compromise gone from his voice.  With nostrils flared, you begrudgingly offer your hand.  He inspects it, eyes glancing to you occasionally to signal his annoyance, but his touch is gentle.  “Puttin’ on a show over here...nearly dismember a finger..” he mutters to himself as he dabs the gash with a cool, wet towel.  He steps away to the hall closet briefly and returns with a Band Aid, expertly smoothing it across the injury.  
“Thank you,” you mutter, still reusing to meet his eye. “I’m heading to bed,” you say, determined to stay mad, refusing to crack the door open to further conversation. 
“Whoa hang on sunshine, there’s glass everywhere and you’re in your bare feet.  I’m always tellin’ ya to wear your slippers-- you’ll catch your death in those bare feet,”  he says shaking his head.  He places his hands in the pit of your arms and lifts you effortlessly to sit on the countertop, your ass plopping on the cool marble, bare feet swinging below.  “Stay put, don’t make me say it again,” he says with a pointed finger and you cross your arms and roll your eyes in response.  
He returns to the small hall closet and fetches the broom and dustpan, poised to sweep up the garden of glass strewn on the kitchen floor.  He makes one sweep but pauses, his back to you, and you hear a small chuckle, his broad shoulders bouncing imperceptibly.  
“What in the world is so funny?” you ask with annoyance.
“Well now I seem to have a captive audience here don’t I?” he says, spinning to face you with a shit-eating grin on his face.  
“Sy, clean up the fucking glass and let me down. NOW,” you order him, if it were possible to order around Captain Syverson.  He strides toward you, feeling quite proud of himself and plants his hands on either side of your thighs, caging you in.  You give a small shove to his chest, “I’m not fucking talking to you right now,” you assert, adjusting the splayed sides of your silk robe to cover your thighs.  
“Well you’re gonna have to cuz I’m your only hope against a sea of glass, honey,” he grumbles, eyes on you with his head slightly bowed.  Fuck those blue eyes. “These pretty feet will get all banged up without me,” he adds, lifting your foot to kiss your big toe. You remain still as stone, his wet kiss lingering on the tip of your toe. 
“Why the fuck is there a 2am call to Marissa in your phone?” you ask directly, damning the quake of emotion peaking through in your voice.  Sy wasn’t like all the rest, was he? 
He swipes a hand down his face and dips his head, realization hitting him. “Sugar, Marissa and I have a history.  A LONG history.  But it’s just that-- history.” 
“Sy, please spare me.  I don’t typically talk to my exes at 2am.  Respect me enough to tell the truth,” you say coldly, biting the inside of your cheek.  
“Honey I’m tellin’ ya.  Jerry called me from the bar, said Marissa was in a bad way.  She’d been drinkin’ too much.  She may be my ex but she’s got a kid and I’ll be damned if I let that kid down so I called Marissa to tell her I called her a cab home.  And that’s the end of it,” he says with conviction.  You size him up skeptically, measuring his honesty.  
“I’m a lotta things Sugar but a cheat ain’t one of ‘em,” he says, standing straight and stepping closer-- his thick waist nudging your knees open and keeping them that way.  “Besides, you’re lethal, I’d be a fool to risk my life for some side pussy,” he teases, his calloused finger nudging your chin up to meet his eyes.  He was looking to make you laugh but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.  
“Aw now don’t pout on me, honey,” he says with mock hurt, “I’m a sucker for a pretty girl pouting.”  He lifts his hands from the counter and lands them on the crease where your hips meet your legs.  He nestles his thumbs into the fold, the action drawing your legs an inch further apart on the countertop.  Despite yourself, your core grows wet.  Of course it does, it’s Sy.  
“Sy,” you huff as he leans to press his form against you, a kiss planted on your shoulder.  
“Hmm?” he hums absently, peppering your neck and shoulder with kisses.  His thumbs are hooked in the warm crevasse of your hips and he’s massaging the spot rhythmically.  His thumbs making deep anchored circles, your legs gently closing and splaying with each round.  
“I’m not done being mad,” you manage to say between breaths, your head lolling back at his kisses.  
“That’s alright sugar, you can be mad,” he says and then latches his mouth to your neck, sucking your delicate skin and nipping.  You reach down and find his hand buried in your hip and you push it lower, the ache in your center nearly at a fever pitch.  He lifts both hands first and unties your robe, slipping it from your shoulders and letting it pool under your ass on the counter.  
He lets out a low whistle in appreciation-- Sy revered the female form, a true southern gentleman-- before latching a needy mouth to your pebbled nipple.  You hiss, the tiny electricity bolts traveling down your spine and you smack his shoulder in your final feeble attempt to convey the anger that was fizzling away by the second.  He swipes a broad hand through the stretch of your petals, wetness coating his fingers instantly.  “Fuck,” he mutters to himself.  
“Doll you’ve been needing me this bad, huh?” he asks, his eyes fixed on your drenched folds as he works them.  You whimper and nod your head.  “Look at you, beautiful,” he says with reverence.  “Go on, look at yourself honey,” and you oblige, craning your head down to watch Sy’s thick fingers travel torturously through your wetness.  His fingers, calloused and thick, look dipped in dew, glistening with evidence of your forgiveness.  The sight makes you moan, “Sy, please,” you plead.  
“Sometimes a man likes to savor his dessert sugar,” he replies, “but I won’t make you wait,” he adds, plunging two thick fingers into your clenching hole.  You gasp and squeak, tossing your head back again and clamping your eyes shut.  He pumps them in and out, anchoring his thumb to your clit as he does.  He works you like he’s giving a massage, the strength of his hand softening your muscles beneath it.  He touches you like an instrument-- with certainty and mastery-- balancing the innate fact that your body is yours but your pleasure is his.  
“That pretty little nub is screaming, isn’t she darlin’“ he asks with tenderness, pity even, his thumb working your clit with deftness.  Your lower body rocks with his power on the countertop.  You nod with a whimper, desperate for Sy to make it better.  “Sy’s gonna take care of you sweetheart,” he replies, knowing your need, “hold on to me honey.”  
You drape your arms around each of his shoulders, your bare breasts pressed against the soft cotton of his T-shirt.  He supports your form and begins working your core in earnest, his capable fingers plunging deep as his thumb flicks your wet pearl.  You feel the tickle of his fingers hit your spongey wall, grinding your hips into him to meet his deepness.  He swipes his fingers back and forth, a tide made in your body, teasing your core and beckoning your pleasure.  
Your breath is ragged in his ear, each one a mewl as he draws you closer.  With a final effort he picks up speed, your whole body rutting back and forth on his hand as your orgasm hits you so intensely that you don’t make a sound beside a sharp inhale.  You lean onto his chest completely and convulse, your pussy gripping the length of his fingers rhythmically.  Your legs tremble as you dribble your wetness down your thigh and onto the countertop.  You grip him like a vice, desperate for the stability of his form as your body trembles. 
“You’re alright honey,” he drawls into the shell of your ear.  “I love the way you move like that, sugar,” he adds, his eyes cast downward watching the last of the aftershocks tremble your legs.  
“Sy,” you sigh, enough strength returning to wrap your arms around the girth of his neck, your chest heaving against the spread of him.  
“I’m here baby,” he answers, “let’s get to bed.” He laces his hands under your ass to lift you from the counter, your legs wrapping around his thick waist.  He carries you to your shared bed, glass crunching underfoot.  
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